Come here, brother, both on the floor
Snout to snout, going through the garbage
Whose warmth feeds the end of our lives
Without knowing how, fastened
To the burden we were born to,
Worse than death and oblivion
Clawing one final closed door
With the sound that makes children run
And toads scream at the edge.
Leopoldo Maria Panero
Translation from spanish by Emmanuel Caballero.
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