"10.-We all want you to keep us alive. We want you to hold us at a boil. For you to say yes and then some. For you to command us, get out and show me your tongues. We all want you to redden us. For you to cut across us. We want to receive the blow of your tongue and lose ourselves. Try to hold onto us and take us on a stroll. Try to discover what we are. We are your codes, a line of figures for you to subjugate. Numbers, red and brilliant. Boiling."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem