To be a great poem
the poem has to say
that I am here, now and
on fire like no other poem
before me
even the wind holds
its breath
the mountains brace themselves
the ocean swallows hard
and the sky leans in
to hear
and be in thrall
to the fearless unwinding
of a word seance
peeling back the velvet rind
from your minds
lift and spread your legs
and bent over buttocks wide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem