Descend suddenly in the street
Descend suddenly in the street
Other runners come to parade
And will not go as
An old uncertain charade
Hunter get off the ridges
With clothes and marten fur
Satiated of grease and testicles
With their cartridge over
Gun-powder everywhere in air
Hunting dog with slow steps
Flocks of coot over warbler
Smell of blood triggers a groan
Where they come from? Where they go?
Town is like a hot stick
Unicorn jump in hundreds of sparks,
And no one sees any trick
(translated from romanian)
poem by Ion Untaru
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