Been pumping for an hour
or so - a mechanical breath.
I hate to see his thriving face
because I tend to get taken.
His fingers, numb and tired
by now. Miracles happen
to those who pray? Loosing,
but he's got to play it tough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This took me awhile... now I can see... it is powerful! Best CJ