Sometimes -
I see myself as a monstrous dog
munching on the bones of the belligerent I have laid to rest,
laying in tall grasses -
with the sun low behind me
with blood, skin and flesh
stuck to my teeth and fur
and then I see myself - a man emerging from the house
and I tell me to -
put it down
let it go
put it down
let it go
and I do. -- and I roll over --
and dream of blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem