Would a writer,
suspicious that his mother wasn’t witless
as his innocence was destroyed
by a wanton pedophile—
as one example,
she was watching them drive away
and already her son’s head
wasn’t visible in the car—
choose to write about the Arctic
because there
man’s destruction of beauty
is so clear,
‘witless’ can’t even be part
of the equation?
She must have let it happen out of fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem