While I question existence
seek purpose and a god
the dog sniffs the trash bin
in howling hunger
and me bowel driven
trudge home from work
find hope in the neon
where the drongo harvests insects
its black wings cast an irrational night
of drunken refuge...
a home a poem and her.
Watching harrassing scenes flashing by as you journey back home from work, you get the refuge of a home and your loved one plus the bonus of a poem.....! Beautifully put!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good picture, thanks,