Like a bell with
a broken tong
the lark was
without a tongue
.. demons having
served it on a platter.
in this life
silencing
her song.
And while the dawn
was daffodil dew-ing
in the slaughterhouse
they did chickens
de-wing
But God is changing
the world, one heart
at a time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem