Blood - mother, go
to moon and ask for a
spoon of silver.
Am still waiting.
Siege was unstable.
Austerity ends.
I am free now
to dance in skin of night,
shedding my shirt of dirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very coclorful terms and phrases in this art The poet extend outside the realm of norm