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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