Forest fires engulfing sunshine,
Blinding tourists like the immolation
Of waterfalls-
And blue spruce hiding cadavers forever
Lost beneath the hoods of the summit
Only ever visited by the shadows
Of airplanes,
Lighting upon them like the dark cousins
Of hummingbirds-
As their jewelry is weathered into the
Earth
Mute and beautiful in their abandoned sacrifice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem