It is the brick and mortar of the current Western perhaps even Eastern
Ethos.Put it on steroids the city's sky line.
Executives bragging on a plane to each other whose building is tallest.
We love our stuff we can not control the errant beauty approaching with themystique of her own agenda.The debutante is a further level
of hierarchy up.We love our stuff it is ok
even a child can be seen this way,
though I wish it were not so.
I have loved stuff greatly over many years but
when the body has become cadaver and cadaver dust,
death will not have had the last word
because there was a pulse called love,
that not even sex could tame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem