THE WILD ASSES

 

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Herds of wild asses that were let go free

are romping on the fallow-lands  

of the fatherland that are called cities

braying a sort of weird manele songs

at the end of the strung-out nature

and of the groups of rats that escaped

from the ratsbane, they lie down on the roads

hand in hand with the shadow of the wicked

cannibals within venerable acts, they moan

muzzle to muzzle they laze away impassively

indifferent to the passage of time. Then

why is the rope designed for them

if the overgrown land is so simple why the chain

if their clans of wild asses are so flattered

protected, extolled and they don’t make

themselves known but through their throat

that lets out enraged sounds, and they gather

together at the tycoons in their marriage beds

adorned with vipers, their fragrant females

think about nothing but both grottoes

of the wild ass shutting them in

they are tempted by the pain every night.

Who let the wild asses go free?

Who let them romp about like harps?  

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