Spirited airway of chemical largess,
the gift horse of pulmonary inertia;
suffering congestion of natural breath
for only so long until stolen by Death.
Coding! Masked man in green rush to find
oxygen returned in the breath of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. Mmmm... i wonder what would be the impact of replacing Coding! with COVID! ? Because Covid is our topical terror it ties in well with the theme of your poem which to me like death by hypoxia