I’ve extracted you
from my body
like a sliver-
a memory thirsty, burrowed deep
In flesh that’s festered beyond discomfort.
and like a memory
the contusion remains,
reminding me to erect the ruins ‘round
a fevered tomb- once dwelling for the sacred
book of myths known to the lonely
you should have been a better god.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem