I've seen
how a jet
(was it a fighting
jet?
or a missile perhaps?)
cuts a wound in the sky
leaving a bleeding
smoke
of emptiness
of this
world which is
always on its
fighting mood
i shake my head
like a pendulum
reminding us of
the wasted hours
this meaningless
wars
over lands that
float in space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem