Yesterday, I ate a lion for free,
an elephant for the asking;
and a leopard for my pleasure.
I ate when I was not hungry,
hunger stitched me into pieces
and I could not eat.
Hawkers and market women
pleaded with me to accept a river,
with two skies for a discount.
If I decided to pay for an ocean,
even the sea would flow along.
Wherever my shadow fell,
there the world was my limit.
Now, the cub of a lion hides from me
and the young elephant sharpens his teeth;
though I was famished, there was no food.
Hunger untangles my body from food;
if I approach his den,
he would devour me from a distance,
his mouth would not touch my body.
The eyes of the market women,
wear the crises of their souls;
they carry their anguish on their lips
with which they plead for mercy.
The ocean and the sea have dried up,
and everywhere, the shadows of their bones
lie sprawling along the flowerless paths.




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