A stone’s throw from the place of my diurnal affinity
from everything but God
This place so near you that
The wind covered me with pollens
From your lacquered
piety and prudence
Here, a 36 year old creep
Had the audacity to steal
From his ageing father
His well nursed asset -
“A heart attack”
Stole and scuttled away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This seems so powerful. The words themselves are beautiful put together and that last stanza just hits you with a blast! Hugs Anna xxx