On December 22,2012:
Those important words we spewed out like chunks of lava
fell dead as rocks on a desert.
Unminded by clouds, as the bones of dead ideas.
Great thoughts that had congratulated themselves
through a thousand generations of pages just wiffed out
as candles in a windy cave.
Now there are still trees that did not know they were called trees.
And fish that do not know they were called fish.
And lying silent in a green meadow a rusting tractor.
Who names the fish?
And who names the trees?
And who will start the dead tractor?
All cry for a new Adam.
We were condemned and going backwards
to go forward and when
the end came it is the beginning.
We will move forward into the new age with a new old way of thinking and healing! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr hensler Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up