يك شعر:

Shame


As he passed

Looking down to the remnants of a world

Once strong, now ruined

In a fury of plaster and steel,

That he simply ignored



As he passed

Through an ancient jungle

Elemental as life, as they said

This time with eyes and ears wide open

He listened and looked

As if there were signs

Out there to be perceived

But none could he make

Except the ones his heart made.



As he passed

He came back to the house of his fathers

Deep and down in the valleys of the dead

Amidst the loneliness of glory, revenge and slavery

He saw his own image reflected

In an old bronze mask of shame

That a novice craftsman had carved.

He looked from the mask to the blue sky

And he passed.