condensed crowded words in pink ink on sallow skin
trite innumerable nothings
scrub and scrub half-hearted lies from indignant palms
saliva substitutes soap
as electric hurried fury rises throughout
deft jaggedly-bitten fingernails
an exemplary cadence
scoured and soured
this hemorrhage seeping through loose bandages
into heathen's heaven-a godless void
(release)
scrub scrub scrub
this immaculate virgin light
shining through imprinted crescents
in taut hands, these tools of treachery
copernicus and newton disproved
alas-relief!
yet hands remain stained
fearfully fashioned
with inkghosts of paraphrased plath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gosh your poems are brave and strong.. great imagery and imagination! Frank