Sport 29: Spring 2002
Fa'afetai fai mea ai
Fa'afetai fai mea ai
Everyone eats up to their elbows
we are direct descendants of flesh-eaters
try ripping apart a steaming pig and tell me
that doesn't feel good
there's a reason for all the grease
and who cares if we are fat
huge.
And the noises we make
swallowing the dead,
the pigs scour outside
the dogs dribble inside
if we smell them we hit them
the cats screech like shadows.
People on the road:
the dogs run to rip them to pieces.
Bring us a bowl of water
a cloth
to wash our hands.