New Dreams Poem by Tony Adah
New Dreams
We have toiled much
Under sun and rain
Temperatures high and low, ,
Let the night come
So we can dream new dreams
Let the time insidiously pass
So the putrified carcasses
Will smell
Let the wind blow
So we can see the cloaca
Of the hen.
A parturiting woman has no
Place for shyness
Let them push us to the wall
To see our reaction
And in this let the sycophants
Go to sleep.
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