My friends with sown mouths...
You shall remain silent forever
but just one note from your psalms
will remind me of eyes that tore
me to pieces; the arboreal night
falling from lips like a peace banner
over a swamp of cadavers.
And I will never be able to kill
you all, to shut your wordless mouths,
to vitrify your psalms and break
them with my kicks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem