And Virgil said "so this my friend shall be the end"
the gain that you have bargained for
Dante seemed to understand
and Danton knew what Virgil meant
and Don Juan he surely knew
the bacon dried and no more stew
and in this aphrorose idea
there always grows depravity
and flourishes with steady hand
and reaps and saws the crystals dew
the ripe sets in, the rivers slow
and no one saw the petals close
the book is closed you understand
against a thousand warnings chose
and thousand eyes salty and warm
still try to withdraw destiny
and remove above all their heads
the strong and firm Justitias arm
a thousand ways they die their deaths. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem