In a cage of fear crowds of primitive people
always near tearing rending ф л э ш from bone
in mouth a snare frozen horror meat of putrid
breath revealed blood of sight so dear
where is your mother mine was eaten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Mother would be proud of me now. I eat only veggies and some fish and chicken. No milk or cheese or white flour or pastas. So I like this piece a lot! ! Ten Stink! Linda