What is this thick, grey smoke entering my body, which enters my life line?
It smells.
I hear a flicker through this protective circle and see a flash in my minds eye.
White sticks of poison with a danger glow.
Will it harm me?
Will it kill me?
I hear/see it again and again and down the tube - entering my fragile body uninvited.
Will it stop when I am born?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem