…to die
alone
out of sight*
but caught in a pig's ear
with cobra-neck eyes
a throat singing in dark, fickle keys
about ankles
one-by-all and knees
snagged to the spin of things
that cannot move to move beyond
that flinch-octave prodding
…a one
among those at hand
*
…to die
, alone
, out of sight…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem