Once only a heavy weight, staring are the ears,
With eyes straining, over the shoulders is a calamity.
Golden beyond the wrists, my arms shadow my body,
I am a wolf of design, habit; I am a dirty man of dogs,
Golden and brown ask the shoulders, golden and brown.
For they call me a lucifer beast, a scared situated mammal,
Fiercely attached to other worlds this stroke of time.
Leathery and grey my shift is narrow and straight, like a legged
Monster of mayhem and deceit, the old worries seem rare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem