a pneumatic drill
is bashing
after steel
started with hand
of the thin fellow
headstrong for life...
and the patch of the sky
is watching
unintentionally sending
clouds to spying.
let them hang!
the thousand of little hammers
is knocking after ears
the would-be poet
headstrong to the fight
against the hammer...
and the doctor
is watching helplessly
thinking
paranoia...
Very well written, inventively. How many around us is of noise. How does it influence the man? Why this way it is. These are questions after reading this poem It is worthwhile reading.
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I would like to translate this poem
this poem had a good follow of words, good write nice poem good job