though
the wound be still
yet
it be festering
still.
the words transpose
by the wound
ordained.
then
the verses sung
and chanted
ease the pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The speaker is in a half way state. His wound is not painful, as long as he stays rigid and does nothing. But his mind is clear. I'm worried that as time goes on he will lose whatever control he has and succumb to despair. There is no ally or friend.who can help he is close to defeat.