when reasons
have changed,
transformed along
with circumstances
defined by those we
have allowed into our
life
shaping us
charging us
releasing us
and giving new days
their tints and shades;
now open up jugular
and allow hatchets to fall
or celestial hosts in array,
rouses breath-bound to sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem