My blood belongs
to you. How will you make the bones
of a poe? Revenge. What is that?
You come and go
like a colossus. The floor trembles.
and earth sinks. Anyone will bury you in a hole?
You are not yourself
There is a hidden fire to test the truth
of your existence. Colossi will sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem