Pointing outward to the stars of Orion
Its foudation flesh now a broken shell
A grisly affair with no mercy shown.
Sounds of bravado turning to terror
This hand of mine could not prevent it
One day shall I return to this crimson field.
With the memory of a man in his prime
Beside a mother who would never touch
The spear that could not be removed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem