well that old man
was right,
take note he was
way ahead from our
dreams,
our nightmares arrive
earlier
i got a mountain
on my back and there is
a monster there
i live in the lighted
island and i look good there
to the boatmen
and the native women
i have a cloak and a hood
and i keep hiding my twin
brother
in that mountain where
other monsters too live
and that is the scariest
thing that happened to
both of us
you want my head and you
demand that i should offer
it to you in a platter
and you keep assuring
kill that monster head of yours
all are painful you see and
perhaps i cannot tolerate this
pain of severances
i live in the lighted place
i turn off the light
and i drive you like a bird
strong to your wings
i promise i will shoot you
and kill you if you insists
i am at peace here in this room
my two head play
and they agree, to live in peace
and harmony in the secrets of
my self. No one eats the other.
If one dies, one must abide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem