Broken Faces done
broken images undone
this picture is one
and forever shall be
Worm and Man
can never mate
neither can Rats
and Chairs
Human-flesh is always
fine
Woman-kind forever be
Who shall pound the
wooden stake
the count shall spit and spate
Evil thoughts can
never see the glow around
the head
cheeky Child at last we come
to where we fruit and
Bear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem