THEY SCREAM before the gutted walls Poem by Antonio Gamoneda

THEY SCREAM before the gutted walls



THEY SCREAM before the gutted walls.


They see the profile of the knives, they see

the circle of the sun, the surgery

of the animal full of shadow.

They whistle

in the white fistulas.

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