(i)
In the deep
basement,
a train station
rumbles
and whirrs,
a heavy air
flapping its stretchy,
murmuring
wings, its feathers
those glances
darted
from passenger
to passenger
and to a cream
cloudy air
bright light
cannot rip through.
Rails carry trains
grinding in
with heavy legs
tramping on
humming rails.
(ii)
She's been
waiting here
for a year-
stretched hour
swallowing
her rusty feet,
butchering
her knotty calves.
Splitting her
arthritic spine
into drips of pain
running
with a hare's claws
and crawling
down her legs
with stinging wasps,
as a buzzing
bee shows up,
the next train
rattling to
a wobbling stop.
(iii)
The limping train
staggers for
an aborted take-off
full of quakes
and hammered jerks,
her broken back
taking in nails
and drilled-in
sharp-toothed pins.
Her sinking spine
galloping
to numbed toes
and heat-scarred soles,
as a fire grips her
waist with the gorilla
nails of a clawing,
blazing pain
roaring into flames
that devour her
into a swoon's
slowly sinking tight grip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem