their names were pasted on musical notes
as we took the journey through the cackling forest,
the plants sprouting
and chinging change
and slinging rain;
we walked.
the giant crows sparked campfires
and conversed about what they’ll do
when the sun shatters.
your bones were broke
and your muscles tore
but still
we walked.
serpents and swans
made love before our eyes
and I remember
so clearly
how you cried;
yet still
we walked.
the marks on the trees
the fears on your face
the locks on the cage
the monkey’s enrage
and yet still
we walked.
the wall
the touch
the dusk
the chaos.
we ran.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem