O that they knew, that armies' mandibles poked a hole in bivouac's eye
When air from nostrils sank into flautists' flute
When ogene's roar floated o'er the scattered nests
O that larvae crawled into white sand like isopods
When little calve drank all ocean's waters
When fishes found no dwellings
Or let's say eels' skin smoothe
Perhaps forlorn figures would rest at home
O that hawk hinted chicks, that mother hen turned cannibal
When tasty tunes summoned
When all mustered in the same warm bosoms
Guerrero would live like jellies
O that bees, ants, butterflies, hailed not the drunk
When new wine brewed
When palace sacrifice a lamb
Cool nights would sleep in dark
Little puppies would not bark at candle lights in dawn dews.
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