thunder was in the nitrous air
secluded in caverns
bats, lizards, birds
and more
A whole wide Ark of Ens
Not only that
But insects in their hundreds crawled
As fear slowness turned into sheer flight
And then the somewhat clear the rain-deluge began
To somewhat clear and nurse and clean.
As in the Ganges.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem