Zywa
Men
At night we scream, sleeping afraid
of tentacles between the sheets
we wake up from thunder rolls
and the rattling of the windows
we listen to the barking dogs
until we disappear unnoticed
into the arms of our cuddly toy
but in the morning the sun shines
then
we all run out
and are happy all day
in the sun and crusts of mud
on our bodies and limbs: Sack Men –
we stink of beans
suffocate the enemy
in the smell, cry him to the bottom
of the sacks, shakily afraid
we beat the drum, chase away the snakes
fight the milling arms
of mighty giants, legions
of sheep and dangerous generals
until at home we empty the sacks
over the fire and the animals
howl and wriggle
but they cannot catch us
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