Leech
I knew it via his nostril
By blood and bleed
He could hardly breathe
For days, he held his nose
White, was turning his skin.
We lived in a village
It was the first time
Questions many until
Someone, surely wise:
“Let him put his face…”
Then he explained
I was curious, a child
I heard everything:
“He has drunk water…”
He explained,
I could picture him,
My brother, his face
Mouth and nose in water,
His butt up like a goat
Leech slid into his nostril…
“Leech wants water…”
Said wise: “and will exit.”
It happened; leech went
Back in water… I knew.
Now, after years, I see
Leeches are everywhere
In all forms, many shapes.
For blood, and abuse…
To them…
Seravno…adinakova…
Right or wrong…
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