the bones from your
body that you buried years
ago
are coming out from the leaks
of the earth
and they are here like seeds
sprouting
perhaps awakened by last night's
thunder and lightning
they have the heads of the dragons
in accordance with the myths that
your father had been warning about
and mother had never been
wanting of the same warnings
soon they will give you fire and
soon there will be the fulfillment of
life's burning and you shall feel
that innermost consumption
now the regrets are coming like a
parade of ghosts and monsters
for the instruction should have been
that you should have burned all those
bones with the fires of your anger
when they have turned to ash you should
have taken a boat on the river and
then spread all those remains to the
rivers of the village and there will be
no questions asked for they know and they
understand what is this all about from the
very moment of all their childhood
the women will ask what is it that you
are carrying inside your hands in the
form of those fists and you shall tell
them it is the same matter that they had
been carrying as burdens in their bosoms
that moment when they married and
had given birth to ten children.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem