hands book handcuffed lying spineless on the back
he walks to and and down those patiently earned phd paths
and the four walled mind corner stone questions end dead
a brain prisoner living corpse voluntary at that
trying to conserve preserve long lost lifeless values
'someone might try a vacuum reanimation'
broken teeth life stammered laughter strain
at an institutionalized pain
'for I am cruel'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem