The media informs that
thirty six are murdered
in church in Egypt
on Palm Sunday.
Friends inform of the obscenity
before reading details in The New York Times.
Kenneth Patchen's poem
'The Deer and the Snake'
puts the ache to words.
No wonder in remembering
incorrectly
snake came out serpent
in early morning conversation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem