finally group of men with dump truck
one by one they started picking up
throwing into truck as if a dead pig
you can hear tads of dead heads
bouncing off wooden floor, gruesome
sensitize mind on unsanitary work
they take corpse on dug up canal
line with bags and bags of lime
when it’s about full tractor cover
it up with dirt; you can see bounce
a shallow grave, can’t do anything
it’s just so many, many are coming
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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