I came here to keep the peace
but I am waiting for nothing
watching nothing
and recording it
in the logs
of the writing angels
with their sky-blue helmets
powerless against the thirst for blood
and nauseous from the smell
of the vomit in my mouth
while the ambulances sneak away
and the city is sprayed clean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem