it started from a small spark
in a room full of volatile gas
hungry fire consumed as much
it could without satisfaction
same as our insatiable appetite
of consumption of all oil products
where and when turned to secrets
eyes that saw vaporize into the night
so as the ears that heard melted
even the room has join its home
into depth where no one could see
besides speculate what could be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem