I can’t bite like dogs.
Even if I gripe, the malice cankers or not
I don’t know.
May be so the doctors
use to prick needles in the umbilical cavity ……
that’s another sort of biting.
Peremptory, helpless.
I am not a dog maligner.
But then since I have no use of dogs,
may be so they hatch conspiracy,
and at chances they bite off my flesh
from here and there.
So seizing they in my flesh want taste
of my indifferent vanity.
I can not bite like dogs.
Needle injected so I time to
time think only of a civilization barring dogs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem