Within arms reach they teach
a novice knows.
Pale faces father groans.
Trains
that pass us in the night.
Beating hearts
that taste the heated fear.
Bloodshot eyes that glow.
Lay just beneath the skin.
Hidden faces
lay beneath green leaves.
The blood
It sits in pools
where they have always been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem