Helping angels to walk again 
Who almost clutched the moon 
All with a single voice so strong 
It was almost prophetic 
As bright ages darkened 
As wisp collapsed on the heavy linen 
That fell before it 
And rock hardened the soft floor that 
Settled crowds for night 
As crutches splintered and fragmented 
Amidst crashing stars and comets in flight.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem