Lightnings, and it thunders
The gods delight by knowing
people beneath them cow
Yet they are baffled by the blunder
of a very wicked wonder
Who ignores their warning stripes
of white-iron cast as nets
She hails hail
Wears fine dresses in the rain
And flies a kite
Or would, were it not all so cliche
Dripping wet, she smiles wide
and stares unblinking - waiting for a
flash - hoping to see the elements
of earth spite a fluffed gnomon
Cackling
The sky lightens
And some balance is restored
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem