backwards coming in
not the way it should be
yet it's he the courier
with something of value
something urgent
but their ears
are caught up
and they spare
no time for his lips
as the quake rumbles
towards
and the foundation
crumbles beneath
this humble messenger's
foresight is taken
for that of a fool
rudely interrupting
the great wisdom
of "they" in hallowed places
who are dedicated
to such somber matters
a simple man would be
too shallow to foresee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem