When Somebody presses 'Delete',
You suddenly cease to exist.
Some pounds of rotting meat,
Nonbeing - you're the eternity's mist.
Nonbeing? But who made you to be?
The 'button' is somewhere above?
Or simply two nasty nonbeings,
Aflame with a something like love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem