we will never ever understand god
his plans are played out
day after day like a song
in the layout of buildings
in the nuances of nature
yet we are not able to interprete
the finer parts of them
they are shrouded as heaven's will
- the fowl that comes ever
closer as you sharpen
the knife for its neck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem