Take a dull knife
and cut at the dirt
in a hopeless attempt
to dig
Get at that root
of the consuming weed
dig with the dull knife
and cut out it's source
of life
The dirt is cold
the knife is dull
the root
of the weed
is stubbornly thick
Impossible?
It may take for ever
your wrist will ache
your forearm will burn
and your mind
will run dry
in the thinking well
Regardless
you will eventually
kill that absurd weed
with roots
that sink deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem. thanks. Take a dull knife and cut at the dirt. I invite you to read my poems and comment.