the bypass at Gallows Lane
they briefly pause when the lights turn red
where 'in memoriam' for the long-time dead
in the shadow of the pub's white wall
there swings a dead geranium
caught and hooked on the gibbet's beam
and fraught and spooked 'til the lights go green
speed restricted they pull-away
just hanging-on for another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem