A Gamble
Songs hiccoughed,
legends were knotted,
words were petrified,
the body was burnt
Sad happenings!
Life!
The postmen of death
deliver the jive.
Pests with ugly faces came,
the firmament turned red,
there was a flood of tears,
the full heart burst open,
the bird was aghast.
Children became eats for the jackals.
A pebble is gambling with the mountain.
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