God even
has to cover all skeletons
with flesh
and skin,
perhaps to make
all these ugly structures
appear
tolerable, nay even more
admirable than what they
actually are,
it is this covering that
created that sense of
inequality
all skeletons are equal
all bones are the same
no woman, no man, no rich
no poor,
no straight no gay
no priest no layman
no worker no master
all mountains level down
to the plains of our
commonality
and God is so wise to make
us arrive at this ending
bone to dust and then the silence
of it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem