An abattoir is not on the city tour because tourists
do not want to see death. They surmise that being poor,
we are naturally without longing. The poor are happy,
they observe from a distance. We kill the water buffalo
and cows live to ransack vegetables out for sale.
To remain silent is on occasion to suffer. Again, it is
the poor that gives to the divine or to the idea anyway.
The sage said, Young men will use you like the taxis
of this city. To live alone is your lot,
he issued.
Monkeys swooped on flowers laid out
by women in sheathes of red.

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