There was a touch of gray
That day when I bled no red
and was dead for that one minute I stopped sinning
So I stole your heart
and with hungry canines grinning
ate the life it beat
Then wringing bloody hands in the street
I screamed MacBeth,
And my nose sprayed cocaine graffiti onto Brooklyn concrete
I felt incomplete
Until I had consumed you.
Now your lopsided heart beat
Haunts it's living tomb
My womb
Palpitating a leprous jig
to a gravedigger's love song long into the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A feeling of curse, a strong justification towards life, it's aggressive!