As if no other great civilization ever collapsed
And slunk into the sun and never rehatched
And those people who had created that classical wave
As if it were human nature that had originated the save.
No, it had gotten so bad, God had to come.
Not even to kill but merely save the soul like a good chum.
Not even to advance anything forward,
But only to establish that it was once a homestead.
It was once a place with class and verve
Not just a test of one's moral and nerve.
Then it became the symbol of something so grotesque
and so sick- so trenchant andunmentionable
While those empowered only felt slick.
And they lived their lives anyway.
In the most mundane and the most day to day.
And even created a culture which didn't really face that.
That preferred to slip it all under the table-that easy way of being:
Nothing said, nothing seeing.
For there was the ugliest soul in that terrible place.
The ugliest soul in the whole human race!
As if something had to happen there-
something about truth, meaning, and fear.
And everybody else was beautiful but usually damned
And that's all that was left to history for the future to understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" It was once a place with class and verve" ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.