Empty cup,
an empty sky,
blood across the golden thigh.
I think the world insane.
I will refrain.
I will not act
nor take a stand
but cast down my sword
in the blood-drenched sand,
bow no more to indifferent gods
of thousand-headed man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kendall this Oscar super perfect piece.