On the fourth floor of a somewhat run down
but formerly grand hotel lies a dead, white horse.
An orphaned girl sits beside it.
In the course of the next few days
she will attempt to eat some of its flesh
in a vain effort to stay alive.
A steady stream of fellow guests
pass by, clearly aware of the scenario,
not one, however, stops to help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem