Bizarre consequence to be absolved
of you, ditchdigger, epitaph author,
chainsmoking jesus,
the guise of a woolen lamb.
For the longest time
I forgot to breathe under the current:
the rudimentary hoax
of our dwindling being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marina, Mindblowing! I would like to know what inspired your poem and who the players are. Ray