because life moves like a drag
pendulum of grief and lament
nights are stillnoxed
days are pills of micardes
and oftener advil
lessens the volume of the
screams of pain
on oily oddities
the liver gets too fat
the ultrasound complains of
blindness to see
the maps of
maladies
aspirin keeps a painless
moment
blood thins to remove the
obstructions of the heart
the oxygen tank waits
the ambulance is ready to sound
its alarms
for an incoming police
of death to
execute the cardiac
arrest
and so the abusive creature
arrives
dead on arrival
the morgue keeps its cool
another number is
given
another cubicle is closed
some tears perhaps
but we all know it
it will only be for a while for soon
we will all be
back to feasting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem