Dead

This is my first poem in English

Water drops falling from a cliff
Joined with the sea down
Like a baby born above a grave
Hidden beneath the dry earth.

In a white bath, man wonders.
Lost in pain for all the innocents
Keening to be one again.
Alas, the drops fall.

A wheel turns dancing
As the hell’s flames with their master.
Looking to the empty sky
Waiting for clouds.

A loud baby’s squeak
Cutting the drops of blue
Waking a dead man
Dancing with the wheel.