Distorted faces crumble in naked grass- fragiled by anxieties
of untold horror... disdained lips club in darkness
while diamonds of her eyes redden in storms
of sully summer afternoons shrouded in bliss
Trecherous hearts assemble in order
for spades to come and woo
while the queen vexes in crowds of eclipsed nonsense
gathering fruitfulness in lies
and thus we remain
abandoned, hoaxed but dead...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem