Scoffs when hear celestial shores abode him
Scoffs still when hear Isaiah foreseen death his
Silence gave- response to condolences got
As eye hers knew dry_ starved tears
God say shall weep not tells who claim odd
Isaiah indeed was thought a good man
Who community issues bothered well
He'd food give hungry and vagrant shelter
Yet while daughter his starve to death
He'd pray mercy for vagrant that raped wife his
Now they were gone
And silence desired return
She stitch wounds hers gently
And hum on_ Isaiah favorite hymn
While memories grasp thought hers
The breeze ooze thro corridor
And leapt curtain her room
Woke her and lured her the door
Heart gripped at beckoning stars
She on thro to see Isaiah's grave
There mutter darkness veiled world
That be Isaiah's lone sister
Of his batter to face hers-
Of devils that inns in Isaiah
Yet Isaiah truly visions came
Those liquors sparked
And when long wears
He'd come inch an insane
Her tattered bible as spoke on
With Isaiah's bloody rags in hand
And knife out that ate life his
She a vessel knife her escape
There reach for parting breeze
As let caress face hers-
They said still
-The prophet and his wife were inseparable
-O what love God has put there
That even death could part them not
But true they said
She followed the prophet still_
To re-murder and instill pain
-That thrived on in her veins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem