the future postponed
by an eternal present:
your leaving lives on
the anesthetizing jar
the callous cruelty of loss
he is fastened to
the pain: pinned to the mounting
board of this parting
abandoned, searching for the
last beat of his own lost heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
too deep for me. and NOW i'm called to supper! : ( bri