Supper tonight, come with sorrow,
Agony and pangs
Tonight's dinner will be written down in memory lane
For it is never like that of the twelve that came with assurance
Dinner that cries for its lost predecessors
Supper tonight, doesn't take place at the upper but the upper dungeon
This is my last Supper, come and dine here with me
Dinner tonight was brought in
In one living cranium
And the water is the blood of mine
Getting from my sweats
The food we will eat tonight is made of opium without hope
As the old mountain
I set my table, ready to eat from the flesh
Come and dine with me
Tonight's dinner is the last supper that always comes first
Come, let us gather
For the meal
It is going to be a nice story that you
that will never be narrated
Dinner tonight was spiced with honey taken from the throat
Dinner tonight comes with pangs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem. Thanks for sharing. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.