Spring and rabid dogs

Also this spring
when cotton trees bloom again
rabid dogs are at it again.

They snarl in the street.
They attack everyone in sight.
No longer secure are our nests.

Because you can’t shoo them off
don’t go beat’m up with a stick.
A pack of rabid dogs
will gang up on you.

Be careful throwing a bone
at a rawboned flea-infested mongrel.
A rabid dog, be it a puppy or a bitch,
will bite your feeding hand.

Those animals!
They are only into sinking their teeth
into your flesh.
They were born with no conscience.

No need to go after them
because they might bite you.
Let them foam at the mouth
while cotton trees are red.

The history of this spring
has been written in blood.
Even if the rabid dogs are in retreat,
as long as the earth breathes,
the curse of my tears never ends.