the drought has put it into disarray
the garden is brittle, brown and dead
angels gaze down from above and weep
is there nothing left to praise or protect?
out where the black holes hide
a plot is being hatched by rival gods
the dark gods want to send an asteroid
and begin the world anew, a clean slate
the gods of light seek redemption
to reinvent their miraculous intention
in the vast void something is moving
and nibbles at a tender green leaf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem