The symbol of death
the dignity of great men
the fear of all
the fiction in write...
the ditch we all fear to fall in
the choice of gutsy men
the art of wood
the artefact of man's hand...
the arthritis of a soul
the codeine of painful death
the coexist of life itself
the coda of breath...
the cart of sorrow
the feeder of maggot
the end of flesh and dust
the last bed for all bodies...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem