it isn't death that's freezing you
it isn't death that's stifling you
it's both of them and more
death's a leg up into darkness
the EXIT sign read back to front
death is kind infinite kindness
compared to this lifeless
falling falling from the curtain
fall
and the seats are empty and the stage is small
and the curtain has no seam no edge at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem