that beast
though a part of it is eaten
it simply
turned a blank face against
the moon
something is missing
is hurting
yet that brute shows
nothing to see
after the meal
the brutish beast leaves
the table
goes out of the house
and plays
the game
out there it eats
another
someone is missing
and lost
it consumes it
and goes back home
without any hint
at all
you ask and there
is no answer
you insist and
what you get is just
that wry smile
you think it is innocent
it is never
it is more than you
worst as ever....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem