Dear Art,
I wish a dead God
would carry me up,
with lock & key,
imprisoned,
But to uselessly ponder,
must have done
something seriously
wrong in past life..
Maybe even stolen
raped or murdered,
but past lives
are not to be recalled,
Make me a dog next
time then,
or a gnat, elephant,
mollusc, crab,
a virus even -
Yes a giant invisible
tide stalking the air,
waiting to smother!
In fact just strike me down,
or throw me to the dogs!
Yes if only human "love",
swarmed over everything -
like this,
"In one fell swoop! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An acerbic commentary on those who are driven by their blind faith. Thanks for this objective portrayal.