This flesh is against me.
I saw today as I wondered at a man
On the edge, about to jump;
I wondered what drove him there?
A loud scream interrupted my thought like the voice of God,
'Jump! Do it! '
I realized it must have been the same beast in those men yelling up at him,
or was it the man on the edge realizing that beast in us all, in himself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem