Like walking on coal dump
coming of age.
Magnifying the blackness
of a miner's hands.
Excavating a long burrow
to feed the pain.
A muffled cry and you
locate a bound sea.
A clear moon was rising
as a witness to this atrocity.
A classic dance of an
angry god to show the presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem