The figures are evenly spaced like a police line-up,
unaware they will indeed be on trial
as they trudge towards a brighter tomorrow.
The first figure is hunched over,
fierce and afraid,
carrying a spear or a crucifix.
The final figure has
perfect posture and body weight,
He is carrying an umbrella
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem