fredo was shot
to death that
Sunday morning
inside his office
in his house
behind the catholic
church
by an unidentifed man
who casually walked
outside
after the murder
his child who was
there
saw the killing
blood oozed
and squirted
some landed on the face of
the child
whose small and fragile
hands
washed his face with
blood....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem