It falls from its high perch
like rotten fruit, flopping
into a lurch
of sudden flight
then dropping
to squat on skin.
Exposed by the pig-snout grin
the tiny hypodermic teeth sink in,
and as its liquid meal anticoagulates
it clings like a limpet and sucks and salivates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem