This is how it happens-
This rude experiment,
Bringing over to her my lunches
While the vultures circle with
Other plans-Volunteers in a tent of sky;
Demoralizing in the
Great blueness of this
Country
Where they’ve been taught
So much goodliness,
And they have fun making love
With their eyes
While the lilies suffer;
Heat stroke in the asphalt parking lots,
Hallucinating unprotected and
No cavernaserai-
Now who will
Have the heart to tell
Them this,
While the over splendid
Rose grows out
From her mother’s skull.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem