So all these high tech video survelance cameras
are breaking away silently from previously secured moorings
on the exteriors of innumerable office buildings worldwide
Just where do they continually congregate?
The throes of ocean waves as they become
Soundlessly sequestered into the confines
Of the wide sargasso sea where Papa Hemingway
fished for a giant marlin and instead encountered this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem