A patch on my shirt
was growing.
I could not, because I did not
want to remove it.
I took everything, without choosing,
a flag of my territory fluttered
without wind.
Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips
cryless eyes.
The body fails, climacteric defeat evident.
A satellite crashes in midsky.
A star in waste was rising.
Multiple setbacks start,
like the botched transplant.
Thieves were active in dark alleys.
Kicked at slump bodies, like
sleeping on road.
I was always afraid of unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant piece as always. Well done! I like your work. It forces me to consider man's inhumanity to man and how fortunate and blessed I have been to avoid the sorrow of war and intolerance that is prevelent in so much of the world.