Shield me from
wrath of the wraiths
troubling the surface
of the lake.
Cradle me like
albumen does the yolk,
cuddling it toward birth.
Rein in the
twitching fiends
that annihilate my equilibrium
and crush me
like an atom smasher
as they congregate
like buckshot
in the dense cartouche
of another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem