To write a poem
Is a trick
We all can learn
We simply have to let
Those black invisible fingers
From Beyond
Take over our imperiled fortifications
For poetry is invasion
From skies
From the unlit bowels of the earth
As you turn syntax
In your fingers it turns
The shadow puppet of our self
Between its fingertips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem