In a cold stone building; cathedral
the same material from which we are all carved
or so the priest says
are symbols of suffering
one a crucifix
a by line ‘life's got to be better than this'
my translation from the Latin
we all pray and hope that the sun is shining outside
that this fridge and death
the inside of religion
melt and flow
across the car park
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem