The prime rib
upon the plate
stalks
the stalker
to eat
and to be eaten
just the bloody meat
and the living dead
a matter
of perception
fact of the matter
or just another matter
eye meets eye
and the tongue
lashes out
an attempt at deception
when the sleeping
has slept
the truth is buried
without
a proper funeral!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing powerful poem with strong poetic language...and fantastic ending: the truth is buried without a proper funeral! 10/10 excellent