this is the place
of reserved people
the men must be
silent
the women
head bowed
the children
cannot play in
the park
the sound of their
church bell
is extremely
sorrowful though
restrained with
its clanging
there will be no
mass for those
who hang themselves
the only ones who
are free
what to do
and can do it
anywhere
are the dogs
their tongues
lick
the tail wags
and they bark
always at the wrong
tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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