the dogs bark to the moon
and to the wrong trees
and the wrong trees
and the full moon
they all know have no
ears to listen to their
woes
but they know too that
the full moon and the bark trees
do not and cannot listen to their woes
'they are just our modes of expression', the dogs said and rested
for a while and then the are back
howlin and howling all over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem