The model of man
surges ahead, and the observers
become observed. A rapid downfall.
Of humanity? Hundreds
upon hundreds. Was it not a crime
to burn the tomb of the unknown?
The barrenness of the
compound of a temple fakes a departure
of god of nonsense to divert religion?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Masterful stroke, dear poet.