Feet claws clank
Voices mummer again
Like a silent mummy.
A light tour
Wait on the prisoner's touch.
Battered, tattered, and torn fleshes.
'Where are your accomplice? '
Crawl from the darkness nest
His mouth curled into smiley gloom.
The mind wandered how
A brainless becomes the god;
Ruling with spear of thunder.
- Mickey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem