Justice
In August
Toronto, Canada
One PM Eastern-Time
Sudden bang…
Light is out; all is dark
Unseen hand lifts a jar
Upside down
All sheltered, some run on
Hairs turn eaves
Under shirts wet nipples
Rise and raise
Their heads out in riot
Male or not
Four PM on the grass
A mass of white seagulls
In circle; as if in… parliament
Or senate, or concert
Beak the ground
“Be careful”
One can hear
(Ear of eye)
Worms to shout
“Life ended
I am dead
I am gone”
One I heard
Shouted:
“God, Is this just?
You gave life; you gave food
You led us under the ground
Now this rain Refuge Heading out …
To be caught by seagull? Is this just? ”
Late in the evening
Robins are like monkeys and copy the seagulls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem