Kings falling down a hill into a playground,
Beside the traffics,
Or in California made up with
The make believe unicorns—
I remembered her—
How she remembered to pretend to
Love me,
Outside of the rain or the dog tracks—
Faces scarred in a carnival or trucks
And other illusions that have to
Fend for themselves—
Until the moon rises over the evaporated seas
As it rises over the Disney Worlds—
And you don't have to pretend anymore—
You are having a child—
The world has lost a leg, but it looks like it
Will survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem