today
the Poet Seer is angry
angered so
that anger flows in to his verses:
it be huge, the anger
it be inescapable
it be inevitable
not even he, the Poet-Seer halt it:
it just pours
pours as red lave
burning
and the more it pours the more
it pours exponential
lava
red
flowing
burning
sizzling
thus
thus be the anger in my breast
thus pour the anger in my verses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem