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Showing posts from November, 2007


The snails dehydrate,
stew in their upturned shells
to be crushed by passers-by.
The man-high grass has turned
yellow and then brown.
The cows and goats are back
to eating plastic bags.

The frogs, crickets, mosquitoes
are heard no longer;
the rainclouds have gone away.

The time to die has come.