there they go again
(i within)
hearing mass in
the church,
it is Saturday
evening,
it is a show of
music and poetry
of song and
choreography
uniformed ladies and
gentlemen
white and gray and
carrying candle lights
for accent
i like this show
as i perspire a lot
in this multitude
what i do not like
is this
what do i understand
by all these
mixes?
i sit on one of those
chairs
thinking about
nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem