we did not really care
what is happening
days pass like leaves falling
on the ground
rains came and most of these things
are rotting and rotten
we did not really care much thinking
that with this kind of taking
things would run smoothly like an electric
train from osaka to tokyo or shanghai to beijing
we thought so and so did things run smoothly
until you die and we too think that peace has reigned
intelligently and philosophically upon all of us who
are more afraid to share who and what we really are.
was it not you who said when you were still so alive and
Benjamin with life that the great wall of china made good neighbors?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem