FARTHER AND FARTHER AWAY

 

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Farther and farther away from these dogs

of Rumanians that revolve and run

and gyrate like a swarm of buzzing flies  

and they combative blacken carrion

on the roadside farther and farther

towards unsuspected moving frontiers.

You jackass, you were running on the fields

trumpeting and rotating the sword

of the Apocalypse until the harem girls

came to the barrier to kneel down

under the belly full of vegetables

and they mounted the withers shouting

and cheering exerting the atrocious

monstrosities, the erotic mechanics,

the weariness, the amorous dynamics

under the surveillance of the dogs.

Now I’m gone far away, I witness

the ardent hygiene of the races.

Over there the gate is open

to the extreme poverty

and to the crime. Oh, the terrible

shiver of the canine loves

on the bleeding soil. These

cannibalistic Rumanians

are visible in the sparks of hydrogen

into a depth where the danger

requests them and hides.