That dirty green hearse
(the first one I've ever seen)
Mushed through traffic
Like a Notre Dame back
on a muddy field.
Dripped slush, tears
Aiming straight down
A hollow cheek
and left to mingle
unnoticed on concrete,
And flung salty sleet
Bathing me in half-hearted insult,
Two miles from no-land
And a scented corpse.
Bathing me in half-hearted insult, Two miles from no-land And a scented corpse.
we are sorry, it is so sad this tragedy, thank you for this strong poetic phrases 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, a 'half-hearted insult' is better than no insult at all. : ) bri