small
frightened
soon to
coil
triangulated
accused
condemned
menacing
pronouncements
come
from the west
sets
a watchful eye
cataloging
mental
notes
a
mounting supply
on the
foreign invasion
of
sovereign
Asian
land
with body count rise
fermentation
begins
in a
paranoid lab
sanctioned
as
rogue
demonized
once again
by
the split
tongue
of a black
glassy
crow
and
her
white
feathered
friends...
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I would like to translate this poem
Poetically expressed commentary on How It Is... I like your subtle rhymes and interesting imagery.