Having tasted flesh
Can’t quite mesh
The holy sound
Of spirit found
In dying death
With every breath
Of radical surge
And ethnic purge
Twisted word
Mentality scourge
Bless this meet to grace the table
Watch the flood of human blood
All Pain and Cable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cynical reality of today's church and state and popular media, I'd say.