Silver scales billow
I smoke pike at the window
Birds nibble my perch
Haven't read David's poem, so this one will have to remain a mystery.
The lungs begin to die
A vulture sees from the sky
And a priest gets into his car....
Is`n`t it a right sequence Diane?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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