As the
vultures
descended
As the wolves
drew
nearer
And the sharks
, tasting blood,
circled ever
closer
I feared nothing
but myself
and my memory
of you.
The hand holding
gun is
mine
but you
cast the bullets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey, i like it. potent stuff ~ Carsten. SusxGLx