what is seen outside
is the thick covering
a la crocodile skin at
the Ma-a Park,
the people watch without
anticipating much of
this anger,
the man pokes with a pole
the long mouth
and water splashed
from the big tail
throwing the weight
to as much as
a thousand kilograms
no one imagines
the anger of the imprisoned
ones,
no one.
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