Imagine a man
strangled to reach
your bare wet branch
for a drink,
A drop of water
screaming out
of it's mind!
Look for Christ's
sake - please find another...
And you dying of a thirst,
that you barely conceived,
Then stumble along,
bash into things,
while a trillion necks stretch,
stretch - stretch forth,
like good elastic,
And drink down so fondly
the fast flowing screams...
Into mouths, like great big drums,
Violently gushing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A drop of water is screaming wonderfully in mind. Like Christ we cannot find another person. Very fondly we can drink down the nectar flowing with beauty of service. This poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned.10