Lost underneath the heavens,
Or into the strange palmettos of witches,
But it doesn’t have to last forever:
The tomb will be reawakened,
And all of the best part of the country will
Come alive in a cavalier memory-
Of that brilliant sport-
And what a song, spume of the throat,
And in her eyes a carnival
Never published- words sacrificed to the
Surreal in fieldtrips of
Carnivals already abandoned in the palmettos
And cypress
After there was a fire,
And the rattlesnakes kiss the citrus canker-
And the school busses circle the stars
A long ways off as an asteroid
The size of a battleship passed through
The ocean between the moon and the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem