I stand in a row to
reach nowhere. What was the certainty.
Then why was the mausoleum made?
Up near the burning sky
the sun was closing shop. The stings
were still buried. In flesh of crucified man.
Poems were becoming heavy.
Difficult to understand the muse of
fallen titan. Do you believe in resurrection?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem