(For
the childhood of animal fables)
The
shepherd arrived
At
the cave entrance
In
search of the lost lamb.
There,
ancestors lay interred
In
immemorial urns.
Metals
shards and stone pieces
Lay
scattered,
Marking
ages -
He
discovers nothing.
Footprints
of the tiger
That
went inside
Had
torn his heart.
Would
the sharp fangs
Have
pierced the tender flesh?
Beyond
the darkness of
Primordial
monuments,
Sleep-walking
through
The
smell of antiquity,
In
the magic mirror of prayers
He
beholds it thus:
Beyond
the heart of darkness
In
the green planes of morning rays,
A
blind-man’s buff on.
May
he not wake up
Into
the dampness of clotted blood !.
What's
better for the shepherd
To
behold
If
not the tiger and the lamb
Gamboling
together !
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