a sick old dog walks at the center of
the road
three women are talking at the veranda
of an old house beside the
same road where the sick dog walks at
the center and stops there
a big reckless truck speeds its way towards
Zamboanga and
runs over the sick old dog which died instantly
its intestines and blood scatter all over
the three women keep talking and then they
all burst in laughter
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I would like to translate this poem