Los Perros

Now that cats have been covered, in the interest of equal time, here’s an opposing viewpoint…

THE DOGS (1938)

Evaristo Ribera Chevremont
 
 
     The moon, with demonic tempers, vivifies
the sleepy waters, the clustered hills.
The power of its wave, mischievously elusive,
ignites the sexual release of the dogs.
 
     Soaked with the moon, the dogs, suffocated,
in sharp, frenetic and liberating friction,
travel the roads, cross the gates,
burning in the embers of their excitement.
 
     Brandishing their biting lusts at night,
they bark, the dogs bark, completely inflamed,
barking with the sharpness of their teeth;
and the moon gathers their heated howls.
 
     Each time with more vigor, the moon excites their jealousy;
jealous, bathed with the moon’s haunted light,
while in the deep skies a sun reveals
the glittering point of its fixed sting.