If she could yell,
She would bellow
Leave me, leave me alone now,
And perish the dignity, perish sleep,
Perish the pain.
She was life and she’s the empty Ark
Lying sideways,
Long after the flood.
Animals have
Multiplied so much, we cannot simply
Hunt them, we need to keep them
Under control.
How could anyone know,
She was wounded
Since she was born.
You go now,
And perish the dignity,
Perish sleep, perish the pain.

Image credit : Bruce Gilden, « Santa drinking », New York, 1968