Marco! One minute you seemed perfectly healthy,
the next you were sprawled on the floor by the drinking fountain
like a sack of potatoes.
(How reliable our machinery is usually-
just think if your car ran 60 years nonstop! ....)
But, Marco, seeing you there on the floor,
I knew we live at the mercy
of neurons and corpuscles
(our own little wires and pistons)
and when they stop, we stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem