As you normally finish a paragraph before a break,
a sixty three page one
of the ordeal of defeated French soldiers
being marched north in the heat of 1940
is a request for the reader of such a repast
to experience a little of the plight of the cast.
One of sixty three followed by one of fifty seven
leaves the reader to say, 'Phew!
It could have been a one hundred and twenty page one
that I was being asked to do.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem