He draws a line with piss - Poem by Erik Spinoy
He draws a line with piss
and rubs himself on the backs
of 16 females.
Spectral meccano set assembled
Call at his place: not sure
he will answer the door.
(For who'll satisfy him more?)
A cloudburst soon beats his scent
into the soppy ground,
a virus or a virulent prostrate
kills off the alpha in him.
But bitches have been had, money has
murmured past him in streams and
1000 guileless caribou been murdered
all through a line of piss.
Translation: 2003, Peter Nijmeijer
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