At the sound of the gun
The squirrel falls dead
Who will mourn him?
Rain.
But who will punish the gun
At the sound of which
The squirrel falls dead?
Rust.
And who will punish rust
At whose hands
The gun is punished?
Time.
So who will punish time
By whom alone
Rust is scathed?
Nothing - Time is too strong!
I think you're on to something here, but kinda lost steam at the ending. I liked it up to the point where you answered your own question. always, Amberlee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The best of the poems that you posted today. A clever concept for a poem, crafted well.