Yard
In our yard
How many chickens can we count
on our fingers and toes
on their toes
sitting on fathers hole
siting on his chest
crushing rocks of dirt
the earth is soft in our
yard yard
stones in my shoes
and feet
dragging them through museums
where
under glass
refridgerate
freeze
hands and feet
and knobbly knees
yard yard
Quintal
No nosso quintal
Quantas galinhas conseguimos contar
com nossos dedos e pés
com os pés delas
sentadas no buraco do pai
sentadas no peito dele
esmagando pedras de terra
a terra é macia no nosso
quintal quintal
pedras nos meus sapatos
e pés
trazendo elas pelos museus
onde
debaixo de vidro
refrigerar
congelar
mãos e pés
e joelhos tortos
quintal quintal