how can a man be so intelligent
to prey upon his own
kind?
he ceases to be a part
of his own kind,
he places himself on the throne
of his own disaster
he makes his own kingdom
of tinmen and
haywomen and iron soldiers
and wood servants
he carves his own stone heart
ruthlessly he walks
and kills whatever displeases him
he paves his silver path
to his own hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem