Omnivores in nylon
Strutting at the fair,
Damsels in leaky blouses
Floating through the air
I have seen her over the Castile De San Marcos
Waving like a flag,
And in the Sangre De Cristos,
Amber light sleeping in a crag,
But as I inevitably disintegrate
Into the hollow east,
Is best to forget the dissimilar stranger,
Neither man nor beast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem