It looked as if he had,
been bound in rope.
He seemed in a dream
But alive.
Before in the blink
his eyes became glazed.
The blood gushed out
As his chest still heaved.
Gurgling
Long since has the blood
drained from his head.
It is sawed off
and placed
on top of his chest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem