it wouldn't be so hard
to simply drown
birds do it all the time
but we are soft
and getting
softer
we've always got to build a goddamn fire
to be seen
and get followed to the grave
with all the lights on
we are always under water
with a child who hides
behind a mountain
and teaches again
another fish to walk
watch
footprints stomped madly
into our days
wash out like a song that needs a
sudden end
then keep going
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem