like a wound
that smiles
and kisses with
its tender edges
knives & rags
and flies & thorny hedges.
Beggars
are
the only
heroes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I sincerely liked this. A poem of certainly no equivocation; this is the truth, the Truth, occupying this poem, wholly and wonderfully. Cheers, BWF.