A hole in the head would
Empty the madness,
The untrained,
The black clapping waves.
The vermin would abandon
The flooded fields.
But it's like a barrel
And blistering tails
Are beating staves.
Now they are caught
In a hollow and
with their manners
forgotten,
The hole plugs
Like a boarded fog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A relief though temporary. Thanks