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lundi 14 juillet 2014

THE LATE NIGHT DRUNKARD




It was late night when he returned
He staggered and stumbled and wobbled
Too drunk to hold himself together
He knocked at his neighbor`s door
When the latter`s wife opened
Pedro crashed into her hands
As if it was his own wife
What an ugly sight!
Those trousers bespattered with excreta and urine
That shirt stained by blood from self injury
Angered, Mami Odilia`s husband
Rushed to him
And dragged him into the street
Battered, bleeding, groaning and cursing
He struggled to rise but fell back
Alone, abandoned, rejected, disowned
Poor Ma Magdalene
That`s how she found her husband
She and the overwhelmed children
She couldn’t cry
It was beyond her
They managed to bundle the messed up drunkard
And took him to their home
Battered, bleeding, groaning and cursing everyone
He tried to fight back
He was muttering
Calling the name of his neighbor`s wife
“O..di…li….a!”




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