No scorpion dance
punishes sterility
it won’t kill itself
Its tail instead lashes on prey
Because the natural order says so
The order in-between man’s conscious
Before he left caves
Man crawled with the scorpion
Machines unchisled yet
Men left caves for new passions
But the simpler things stayed on the ground
And walked into men’s old homes
Those scorpions laughed
“We can not be simpler creatures, ”
then those on two legs! ”
“How would they use poisoned tails? ”
“Would they just stab their foe in the back? ”
“Or fight Nature’s cruel game right? ”
They watched deep inside
caverns to see how men fought.
They were not surprised.
The balance strictly broken
Scorpions crawl to extinct man’s feet
Man’s self destruction is right
The simpler things will win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem