Alyssa
She came in
Some bones in pale skin
“I’m sorry; I am sick.”
She handed scripts and took leave.
That was it.
Seeing her made me think:
“We’re slaves.
With knowledge we sharpen our muscles.
Then we serve the masters much better.
Alyssa’s example, ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem