From every pore
skin thinned
face lined
grey hair.
Pain racked eternity
side speared
happy are those
whom twist
this spear
all have made.
The stead upon which
I don't ride
used to carry me
to the four corners
many miles.
Metal disabled body
like wise
take from me
this pain
all can see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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