Happines.

As another night
beating again all odds,
passes by,


and a week has gone
since i´ve dare
to retract again
my foreskin,
all i know is
that
back home
we celebrate
instead of crying
and seek
cry
instead of laughing,
and always,
no mather what,
bury
our dead animals
in the backyard
away from
neibourhood sigth,
as every family
i know
does.