It's the dark lake under the ice.
It's the reminder-in-residence
of pain and of an accident
that called you 'Fool! '
It's the risible badge
of an apprentice carpenter,
and the mark of death
on a doomed slate
of the keratin matrix.
It's a fact that laughs at philosophy.
hans ostrom 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem