Savage absence of you,
I miss your assaults
what was actual in you, I never knew.
Neither flesh, nor spirit
had helped me.
Somewhere there was a planet I missed.
Or a miracle?
Ending of means was the center of conflicts.
Time was running out.
Genetics tinkered
matrix unmoving,
what implants will be needed for dazzling the heavens?
The desert was crying.
Proud generation charred by transcripts
begins singing.
Falling leaves recollect the pain.
Possibility of pregnancy exiled,
the shivering doorway was closed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Slabs of muscle have been carved from the gentlest of pets. Placed on a brittle halo the fingertips meet and then the palms. No arrow, but the doors have been shouldered shut with great force. To pry them apart again would require the ghost of the abattoir.