Anything laughs when there's something can't-
Can't quite do what the others can;
And something hides when there's nothing there-
There wherever, was once a man.
Though anything does when a lack is there;
There where the men are never found,
But something's laughing all the time
Where lies are truth and the truth stays bound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
twists and turns... almost written with a sword!