They found
Him dead,
A cenotaph in
A hammock
Strung like a
Loose guitar string
Between annabell
Palms,
A monkey husk,
His face turned to the
Side he wanted
The world to see
Him as,
An evaporated martini,
Of salt and rind
In his paw.
He was wearing his
Favorite Hawaiian shirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another excellent poem. Certainly captures the moment. Using the third person gives it objectivity which adds to the pathos of the scene.