The Ugly Thing Poem by Chol Abraham Clei

The ugly thing, unlike the workmanship of God
I wonder if our forefathers knew about it, abnormal of insects or birds of our time

Her rumbling fart reverberates the earth,
What does she eat?
Out of her oblong belly comes humans like my nephew.
Comfortable or not, a good reason to be scared

Neither blood nor cud can I give thee,
For jewels and justice you rob, the pride of men
Whatever they call you, i can't bother the gods
Yowl and find your way back, for you are not a friend here and out there.