A happy place…for some
Under the houses on stilt
That had no sewers
And was built for whores
To service sailors in Curacao
A dry, barren Island
In the Caribbean sea.
Pigs lived under the houses
Grew big and ugly.
When one of them was
slaughtered
Its meat tastes of drunk
Seamen`s vomit and
A cheap perfume that hides
The grotesque sex
In the name of need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem