collateral
for broken toes
it seems is like a moralists dream
and i know that two
plus two
equals
four separate notions
of careless breath expelled
through digital contact
and we fall
sometimes moreso
when its our time to shine
and we all fall
sometimes
but the strong pick themselves up
and the weak
well they are left for the lions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem