Your silence of a time bomb
when you are escaping the cacophony
of a band clearing the path to your tomb
hides the tic toc of the lurking explosion;
You crouch as the naked ostrich
you sink your head in the Sahara sand,
you eschew the bang and clang
of the congregation around;
There, you forge endurance from the guts of a dumb universe
as your numb genius is ready to rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem