Steve Mason
The Old Problem
(Spoken)Sorrow gushed from their eyesAnd made their sad tears flowWhile this way and thatThey flapped their hands for ease From the hot soil nowAnd now from the burning snow.Behaving, in fact, exactlyAs one sees dogs in the summerScuffing with snout and pawWhen they are eaten up With gnats, and flies and fleas
From Letras Mania