Wild dogs
of Recife
No one owns them, it seems
They roam, they eat, they propagate
and die
A powerful piece. Reminds me of a line from the Waste Land. By the way I put your Yaxi poem in my favouries' list. Superb!
Oh, I'll bet you meant my TAXI poem! Thanks, Tom; that's one of my favorites as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its a shame for the animals, but their instinct kicks in....they do better than I would on the streets.... Annette