Eyes closed so tight
They have gone blind
Here the man is
Refuged unto an island
Of paper mache fruit
And as the rooster is
On top of his stoop
He crows at the deaf
If the seeing could
Lead the blind
This man could if he
Would still be alive
Still be blind still
Be blind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a great poem, words put together well.