He took that large buzzing
Fly in a carefully closed
Hand
And walked to the backdoor.
He opened his fist
And threw its bright blue buzzing
At the full moon
And Christ resurrected
The next morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Angelus is a beginning. The next morning, also a beginning. The resurrection, a beginning beyond all beginnings.