Since we're alone we can talk
Though you lie between sheets and see
More than us mortals
Life is one black sun with broken rays
Your hands meant to serve
Now lie flat like fallen nests
Delicate and defenceless..
But your death is one of a daughter
One who has shaken her city
Out of a sad, sleeping slumber
For in the hands of man's play
Girls morph into crumbling clay
Their screams scathed
In the war of witnessed worlds
29/12/12
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
witnessed world, very fine