It sheds a tear from my eye
And causes the pain of wanting to die.
Because there I can know why
Revenge is not sweet enough to let me cry.
All I want now
Is to be allowed
To see the tiny intricacies
Revolving in our world of probabilities.
Then I can maybe use statistics
To hide behind this karmic fruition
I would be the first name on the list to petition
All uses of forms by Coyote, a rabbit’s magician.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem