Offering your usual false promises,
You have arrived early this year like a blousy aunt
In a voluptuous taxi of light,
Draped in those bright loose fashions -
Far too tight at your age,
Flashing your heels as you trudge the backyard,
As you sway indelicately between the stones.
Despite your long record of hypocrisy & corruption,
& still uninvited, yet you are welcome,
So croon your perfumed defiance into the bitter winds,
Flirt with the exhausted winter flowers
As they rise in rows from the dark trenched earth.
Despite ourselves we are cheered by your cheap rhetoric,
Anaesthetized yet again by your charm & certain of betrayal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem