He pastor, in tears,
Had long forsaken his god-
Or had his god forsaken him?
When he preached to an empty church
And tried giving solace,
The parishioner took his own head off
With a rifle by the raging waters' edge;
Then they tarp-entangled his blood body
So that his pregnant wife could not see.
It is the way of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem