(This poem is a dramatic monologue spoken by an implied character)
'The snow is falling faster
and I could never say
I'd save her from disaster.
I had to go away.
I'd never seen her face
when she came on to me.
She seemed so commonplace.
I take it when it's free.
Her child with my blue eyes
is looking through a fence
at jungle and bright skies
and scenes of violence.
I can't see six feet further
than the windshield of my truck.
I didn't mean to hurt her.
She just ran out of luck.
Thank God I'm almost home! '
Then everything went black.
In twisted steel and chrome,
he rode the railroad track.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written. The drama builds to an ultimate conclussion.