we have been lead here
to this salt desert
where provisions are unobtainable
to fight this battle simply out of pique
daring not to take the initiative
retreating a foot before we advance an inch
rewarding good service
meticulously calculating the movements of the stars
hoarding fire
accommodating ourselves, ultimately
to the enemy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is an irony lost on most that the things you are implacably opposed to influence you more than any other. The statement here is brutally frank but poignantly accurate. Bravo! Rgds, Ivan