And there she lies under the woemonger’s needle.
I see the hole in you, the lover’s kiss
not from Da’, nor ‘Ma, from Annie’s wish
And threads new-sewed, the puppet’s dish
Rose in thee thy sorry guide
And embraced thee the starved hide
while ruptured ducts burst unheard
Feigned mimicry to hide the dirge
She hides in plain sight; in Da’s tie
And Ma’s stretch-ed womb
In vegan’s lie, and Grandma’s tomb
Threaded hands and brain unto,
No laugh, no hugs to give to you
Striking ribs now drum the heart,
dull rhythm rent the girl apart
In dwell’st such beat and yield unclaimed
No bone, no nerve, no flesh to blame
Yet also flickered flash of you
drowning in the torrent, blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem