There is no wind here
Just a turning of the air -
The fossil has been formed
By something no longer there.
Lungs inhale, and exhale
Without thought -
Two things: Living and dying
No one needs to be taught.
Billy the Kid and Jesse James
Each killed by a friend -
Fire and dust console one another
In the end.
Legends: Once set in motion
Must leave the body to remain -
Tis merely the ' imprint ' of reality in the fossil
That collects all the world's fame.
living and dying, universes being formed, or merely the leaf that crumbles as seasons pass! great poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was hoping more folks would get this... grateful for the few...