Bodies unburied
strewn
by a careless force
a fierce wind plays over
splayed limbs and arms akimbo
carries the assailing smell
of the tip
where the waste
is human
and the great beasts
devour flesh
from unyielding bones
frozen in time.
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I would like to translate this poem
In the end, that's all that glory ever gets us. Nice work.