What can I do
if a paper or earthen
image sees my sex
or sexact in light or dark—
my senses are my gods
and drive me to my ends
day in and day out prove
how human we are 
managing mind, motive
spirit and elements
in limited overs
in a dying mode                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    