There's a certain type of age
that can't get old
Death caught within the road signs
of its bartered weakness
Where voices cry a fevered wish
to all who listen
And legends write their epitaphs
—on hearts afire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great fast moving poem Kurt, Another fine poem by you.