with all that she did
denying to her children what they ought to deserve
she will not get the funeral she asks
no one weeps
but for civil society's norms
for a while she will wear the black veil
he will wear black sunglasses
and then he will be back to drinking at night
she will be wailing in the desert
the moon shall hide behind the dark clouds on a cold evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem