What the hell
Biting on a greasy chicken leg
Stomach roars, needs to vomit
Traveling deep into past times
I am the bison in prairie, lame
Among the herds, hear blames
Unlike relatives there I remain
Disoriented, so I feel ashamed
Confessing: "I am a carnivore"
What the hell
Deep into the coyotes' eyes
I look to see the prairie dog
Read their minds; in a fight
Some licking my blood fresh
Some fighting, over my flesh
I have betrayed my kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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