The angel in the red had taken my bag
My body arrived all in a piece as a guest
In the sky- land of a liquor comeuppance
As the red bird had flown low and high
It forgot my bag’s existence in the universe
But brought this bag of bones with verse
And would, with an apologetic click, reverse.
My honor was surely at stake for the day
As it ended with everything red and dead
With not even clothes for this bag of bones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem