The rain that we like so much continues, the otters are born and it is a party.
The party continues after two days
the otters are gone
the river stinks.
Then the reinforcements arrive upstream
no one deserts anymore, the party is
alive.
And it's time to tie the beast
hands to feet, face down.
There is silence, the water stirs
and the maw emerges, the sacred mouth.
Bends the steel, with its own breath.
And the jungle burns
the party has died.
It has been replaced by reality.

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