Seaweed to scare you,
septic green, triangles
of a half ship failed,
full of salt and tide,
the cool church of after-hours love,
dark with broken glass.
If you look up you see
a fence on its side,
unclaimed steps and thin shadows.
My brother said to me;
We are hidden under the earth.
If you put a seashell to your ear
you can hear the waves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem