where is man?
here?
no!
all are dead!
dread night looms large
around the sleazy bed,
no one is alive here
heaps of the melted flesh
stink everywhere,
they are still shrouded in shame
none could awaken them
I’m also in mask of sordid fame,
dead? really I’m dead!
my ghost counts on such blame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem