Sudden only
I heard him; he whispered:
“One favour…”
Was shaking and depressed:
“Want to live; and live long…”
Then stopped, caught breath:
“But if death, death at once.”
Cautious I:
“…one stroke, bullet, shot, ”
Saw him when was smashed.
Around him spread his inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem