There is a king in hell
who will not leave
'til all are free
Don't be afraid:
behind you, along some precipice of faith,
Omega, the last
herds the very wolves like sheep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this better each time I read it. I was going to mention my favorite parts, but it's seamless. This is just so spare, so taut - it's astounding.