i, no.
poet …
evoke,
twist;
go west,
jungian,
to kiev.
it is enough,
occupying you—mind;
sobbing …
over the commission of your sins,
& bombing innocence out of its hut;
injustice; blood-
lust …
but, to better
punctuate us …
you cannot hope that
by pleading,
“not guilty”—
even if you sing it,
high or low, so
your voice lies
along with others
—you will
be
forgiveness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem