Into the shallows
releasing a horse in the field
in the hippocampus
rapeseed flowers
the missing B-52 came down
the lost parachutes opened
some got stuck in the tree
one or two had their throats
slit there and then
by sturdy peasant women
he or she might
call it good fortune
and knowledge
nine states glorious hills
the others had to wait
for something impatiently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem