Lacing up my zipper-tooth fingers
once gripped by reciprocal
exaltation, I breeze through familiar
rudiments with firm self-involvement
in dire contrast with the pink
penance of compassion, until my
eyes swell-up from focusing
on the sea of apathetic decisions all
heaped upon by conscience
and the nobler elements of my psyche.
Murmurs build urgency with tapping
force, each shove propelling
blood and code onward to assail
faults in such global perjury.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem