The Asian Elephant with skinny legs
parades up and down my street
spread out like liquid of broken eggs
a bloodied puff of meat
The cheeta with a cotton tail
preys upon the sight
all mothers with their children wail
they know the season's right
The bitter snow of yellow green
is blowing from the west
a tattered boy now paints the scene
across the willow's chest
No light of bluish red
is filtered through the sky
No more words need be said
I wait my turn to die
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