Lice crawls through your young hair
What happened to you?
Find your name
Whilst I bathe your feet.
Outside effigies burn 
And rats run across the street
The sky looks very angry
It burns.
Mountains are falling down
Water levels reach up to our necks
Above our heads.
A thousand people, even more

and crying.
The hunter is chasing the horizonm
Maggots in the mouths of fish,
Myths dying in the eyes of birds.

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