1-2. God, God . . . my God!Why did you dump memiles from nowhere?Doubled up with pain, I call to Godall the day long. No answer. Nothing.I keep at it all night, tossing and turning.
12-13. Herds of bulls come at me,the raging bulls stampede,Horns lowered, nostrils flaring,like a herd of buffalo on the move.
14-15. I’m a bucket kicked over and spilled,every joint in my body has been pulled apart.My heart is a blobof melted wax in my gut.I’m dry as a bone,my tongue black and swollen.They have laid me out for burialin the dirt.
16-18. Now packs of wild dogs come at me;thugs gang up on me.They pin me down hand and foot,and lock me in a cage—a bagOf bones in a cage, stared atby every passerby.They take my wallet and the shirt off my back,and then throw dice for my clothes.