The wars have been incorporated into this paper-
The man with an impenetrable black jacket
stitching the paper,
and a new sheet is slaughtered by little boys.
Some grow up a mile.
Some grow up.
In the footnotes,
the great wars of citrus end
as a subsidiary at a small level of heart.
change and kill.
This is so much war and it is controversial.
Only mid-minute meals.
Thanks for reading guys. This poem was produced by first writing one poem, then running it back and forth through Google Translate in the Xhosa language of South Africa, and then editing and revising my results.