Today i crawled back into my sock-drawer
and found an abused packet of incantation
ruffled and flared
like a punished lap dog in from a night of learning the sleet and chill and
how Capricorn snow tastes when mixed with nasal blood
the numb mammalian pain of in this cave
with its forelegs buckled
like the pillars of a misers throne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem