Revolution

When the moon comes up, and the sun’s still shining

A bullfight in the brown sand

Crowd is cheering on

 

Six crows lay eggs beneath my window

Although the month of mating has long gone

The crowd is raging on

 

These flags need to be washed, and they are torn

A season’s fading

Soon, the crowd, it will be failing

31-10-1991

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