Night of the small
night of the small
came the chant
the African chant
there's a writing
and it's on the wall
there
is
a
chant
a
black
chant
wide
open
mouths
singing
singing
and the wreaths of the night
are thrown by the stars
and flow on the bosoms
of seas and liquids and
oceans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem