Slow
Fast
But sure
The days pass
And
In as proportion direct
Lowers
The guillotine
The hammer of the night
Prays
On its rosary beads
With tears in its
Eyes
To the tune of
The oncoming dawns of
Red
Slow
Fast
But sure
The days pass
And
In as proportion direct
Lowers
The guillotine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem