The countryside is lush but empty,
Lambs have sought refuge in towns
Trying to pass for dogs.

Hide in doorways and prostitute
Themselves for scraps of cabbage
Lettuce and carrots!

Beg passing vets for an injection
Against a fever that is no worse
Than the common cold.

The landscape has no night, only
A haze of death as gigantic funereal
Pyres lit up the sky.