There go around whirlwinds
Whizzing in the willows
Whistling in the meadows
Whispering to the copses
Whispering into the wisps
The Whirlwinds
Fraught with the stench of carrion
Yelling and shouting
Straight into the nostrils of vultures
The demise of the stallion
There go around the whirlwinds
In giggles and mirth
That's how they lament death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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