It was a cosmic massacre.
But the business of god goes on.
Let the clampdown begin on the roses.
It is a war of eyes.
Relentless. Did you come from the moon?
Only stone structures are left in the lake.
Why did you stand against
the fire? . The blood dries up in the veins.
and the memory pricks the ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem