The Marketplace empties its bowels
into the avenue's parched, gaping mouths
The recipients of this delicate feast- Their blood dripping from the gouges
made by the tips of thousands of tiny pyramids
Eye each other with somnambulant hostility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, M. O. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.