Savouring the Influence

Translation by Salma, Arrangement by Olive Beth, you bowed? Weight,

without springs, you called,

rings crying, for you had

no body. Call one great

for your war.

Beth, you cried? War could

take hostages, les we die

within the struggle. Madness

sank towards the under,

left four others instead.

Beth, you can, can you?

Call or cry, a hen stuck

in the rainstorm, and

never home. A grenade

could not ask more.

Beth, you knew? Daft

little coping laws. Are

not you silly? Fog sat over

hills. Could be where

she rests.

Beth, you are lured?

Dawn is nothing more,

glad tidings swimming

valor lost in fields of

snow caked ravines.

Beth, you are bad,

or nothing more?

You saw but could not

signal. You are not mad,

are you?