Short road
Odd bent trees
Long episode
Of me
Two points
Of view
One over head
The second
Was from my gaze
Or through my eyes
As He
Might say
Beneath two trees
Oppositely leaning
A man
With hood
Stood dreaming
I run
To him
Short struck
I was
Devilishly grinning
The man
In hood
Some-where-in His being
Began gleaming
My grin
Was splitting
I started scheming
I lunge
So grab
His hood
To show
His face
Great pain
Shot both
These men
Upon such
Baffling reflection
I was the one
Under the hood
The devil
Was in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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