it wasn’t a pleasant dream
that made me start
awake
but an image of myself
with no head
and coal where my
heart had been
it wasn’t the rising sun
that woke me from
my sleep
but the quiet foreboding
that morning held
much worse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the horror and anticipation in this piece. Perfect for Halloween! -chuck