Commodities.
Packed up
Wedged together
Shut out from light and air,
Little creatures indifferent to life or death
Stacked.
Branded.
Horrified
Of what comes
With the open door.
Looking for the first opportunity
To Leap
Escape
This intolerable life.
The Mass grave
Of a two-dimensional reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem