When a child,
I used to see
The visitors, strangers
Especially the naughty boys
Handshaking with the gorilla
In the zoo
Lying caged in
A big and bulging gorilla
Blackly-haired
And with strange face
Seeming to be a human being
Or its prototype
And he sometimes letting to go
And sometimes holding in firm clasp
Leaving it not so easily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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