Perhaps too simple
Quite bored, too excited
My story is untold
This does not bury
What little pride
I am allowed to hold
And I promise that
I am not ashamed when
My thrown daffodil
Grazes your stern face
And your strong bullets
Penetrate mine, I know
Dead bodies can still dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a stunner. 'Dead bodies dancing' immediately brings to mind Poe's arena of those who laugh, but cannot smile.