The first things a male baby sees
Is either a womb or a maternal feeding tree
Twenty years later, these subconscious memories,
Will turn gentle boys into phallic beasts
Was the above too rude too adult for you
Too mature for your computed sensitivity
Excuse the literary atrocity /monstrosity
The poet got carried away by occasional pomposity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm...its really interstang, can't put my finger on it but its something about your poem that makes me want to keep reading. as a writer that is a plus, so i think u really have something. thank you for sharing you words.