All Signs Lead To This Poem
These are poems
Signs onthe highway,
The in between rails
of human destinations,
the shuffling of feet at train stations,
The proud road signs leading to this wall,
The arteries of the hearts,
The livers
to the balls
waltzingin his throne,
The night's landscapes,
on this lonely train,
after a ferry's voyage,
The days and nightime
hotels on foreign cities,
you who have
travelled from one day to the other
found in this river of mystery,
unloading human cargoes,
And all the walking sticks,
the cripples tried to reached,
and falls to his death,
Let be not these fates,
In their drowning rivers,
But inspire me,
as this poem as capacious space,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem