who takes it
upon
themselves,
this burden
of
sinful trespass?
where goes
the
afterlife
of
the
cursed one?
who will
dig
the grave
for
the
accused innocent?
gray sky,
bone chilling dampness,
all
signs
to be reckoned with
in
the hereafter
until
the dirt
has
been
returned
onto
the grave.
tears cried
as
a
solemn farewell
has been
sermonized.
………………..
olden
hunched over
figure
moves
weaving
in and out
amongst
the
headstones.
yesterday
was
a blessing.
tomorrow
is
not
promised.
(9-22-1976)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem