the last breath
a vapour
the chest heaves
she wavers
this crime
is always
safer
we walk
in rows
two by two animals
coward and favored
by fear
the pull to bring meaning to
longing and hopelessness
still the will, still oppressed
still a ghost vapour
paint me a sadder dream
something i can believe
haunted in memory
with ashes and tears
the fear fades into a mask
it hangs on the mantlepiece
the last ones to see it all
ask what had it once been
'a man'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem