What speed!
What a rush!
Numerous hands stretching out
Just to touch;
It swayed from side to side
Tilting dangerously
To the right then left,
As it rode on the wave
That seemed engaged in a race
To get its load
To its resting place
For a mighty pay:
When it was put in the hole
I crept close
Though I can’t explain why I did so
And as the soil went tumbling down
Nobody seemed to care
For the poor man’s bones
So mechanical
So efficient
I searched for my hankie
As my eyes threatened to flood
I could see them crash
My fragile bones when my turn comes
And I do not even know
How soon that would come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem