what you love is the whole
of it
every part and bits and
pieces
every shatter
and chatter and all of these
really matter
but you must learn to accept
the law of nature
it is not at all that beautiful
at all
the ugliness of its horns
meet you
face to face and you bleed
right at your forehead
skull crushed and yet still taking
time to smile
to recover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem