Draped in hard fabric
Feet walking deep pits
And forelimbs waving
To all audience the world's
What dost thou hold in veins?
Scaled all over
Multiple ears pricked
Getlings reared in two ways
Underground or aerial
What dost thou hold in arteries?
Bitter or sweet
Lime or acid
Those ways thy juice must taste
Let descendants of Adam find vitality
Only assisted in synthetic style
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I would like to translate this poem
nice way to hide the idea