the hummingbirds
are gone.
following next are
the bluejays.
welcome these
eagles and crows.
the vultures too
their play field
is the desert.
mushroom smokes
nuclear rock
races racing against
races.
here comes
misused religion
again.
today's beauty
seems to be
painted in the most
horrifying colors
blood thirsty
diplomats are
busy with translations.
the hummingbirds are
gone. Crows in,
vultures dance
the zombies.
following next are
the bluejays.
the sparrows are
reborn.
rice out. Bullets
grow. fields crack
in extreme heat.
in these deep
chasms, those unwanted
shall escape and
hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem