1
Loosely drifting are logs
And leaves
And distorted flesh
Of animal and human
Both reeking with the stench of death
An unnatural,
Terrifying,
Fearful death
2
A coin toss for death by starvation
As carcasses and skeletons lay;
Unclaimed
With little flesh threading
And flies zooming above and around
Or maybe death by mutilation
Or torture
Or rape
Or jealousy
Crimes of passion;
Bathed in tears and horror,
And hopeless screams and confusion
With a heart cold of hate
3
The dead water dare not move
Or disturb the peace of mutilated corpses and dried out carcasses
Or move to tear away more flesh from these bones
But instead-
Is stagnate,
And still
With some twisted peacefulness
4
Becoming death itself,
The lake is dead
Abandoned screams
And broken dreams
And the beautiful stench of death.
5
Let my hand on your throat
become the beautiful, breathless twist in my story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem