: how do you translate the
truth
love?
shiny sharp tongue
a sudden bayonet
frantically digging
the grave
petrifies dead body
fell silent
- the moon was cut
dripping blood
I miss word you say, but
were spoken only
false
gray poem you
put tub
right blade
between the two eyes
at night
when spoken hatred
the most terrible intentions
: me and you
time limit ends in divorce
when hand sparring
in the sky
thud of anger
- the moon was red!
Agats - Asmat, February 28,
2011
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