..and then there is a shark
that just gobbles up an old man
weird, then there is the whale that
is caught by the Japanese fishers
bloody shore, and then there is that
killing fields where skulls are like big white stones
horrible site, and then there is the temple
of Bacchus at Baalbek and then
the two stone dancers of Ankor Wat,
the moon set garden, Hongkong from
The Peak, and apples and Stilton and
pork-chops, and Manila Bay sunrise
travel makes us choose, from the eyes
to the tips of our toes, tongue and nose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem