Sauntering through a smoggy sea
scrubby sand sticks to my sweaty skin in salt.
A raving blast of sultry wind
suffocates my dusty countenace
and stuffs my soaking eyes with soil.
And I snort.
My dry tongue strangles in a ruby mouth
and I swallow the crumbled bits of a cracked palate.
So I collapse.
My nose is glued
with the smelling stench
of a foul-faced earth.
I behold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem