Kispál and the Badger
Whales, Off to the Shore
It was summer, and the wind blew...
It was summer, s blouse
The wind opened it up
I examined a cloud
Then it pulled
Her damp little breasts
My hand maybe
We'll make love
And then to the leg
He guided me
All five of my fingers
I didn't even move
And he stayed like that
And he started to dream
All I knew
Something crept out
On our trail to the meadow
And suddenly I was afraid
The smell of our meat
The old boiled straw
My iron dust and medlar
Then I got used to it
That there are more
In this thing
And they only multiply
The bugs, the ants
They crawled on our skin
I crumbled one
My stomach and they backed away
The others dragged away
The one who died
There was sadness
The birds and a song
I repeated it
like in a clip
I waved to where
I thought there was God
And there was someone there
Back in the dark
But maybe it's the devil
I left it to hell
Then I got used to it
That more are
In this thing and
They leave signs
But predictions are in vain and
Dreams are in vain
It only mentions the meadow Thank you
And the woman as she stood there