Symbols Poem by Kawa Karpo

I stood that night with a lonely mouth
And the night's sun was red as my soul
And a few men are digging their eyes in hole
The hole is your god’s face and air of word
In that night many riddles of years are burned
By wings of sky and trees of water
And a pen sowed good seed in his filed
Someone went his way by suffering in night
Both seed and night grow together with harvest
But night told me that seed was lately gone
I shall be burning this with a sigh
I shall be weeping this with a sigh