I turn the page
they're patient
they've nothing else to do
but die again
those many thousand men at Salamis
I turn the page
his appetite's not satisfied
and still he craves
ten thousand times
and nought outweighs his lust
though we are only dust
between the sky and waves
again I turn the page
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem