the age moves past
at first slow
the more to deceive you
the more you laugh and
smile and think of
Hercules laugh as loud
as Titans, see not time
running:
then the rot increases
you
still notice not
then
you notice one day
that the rot has
been gnawing at decades
and helpless as a boa constrictor
winds
around you:
then
you see age move
and see at a desperate pace
and
hanging down the head that
once was proud and roared
hanging down the head
the haughty soul to the dust
becomes resigned
once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem