Some bite from the others 
A leg an arm or whatever 

Take it between their teeth 
Run out as fast as they can 
Cover it up with earth 

The others scatter everywhere 
Sniff look sniff look 
Dig up the whole earth 

If they are lucky and find an arm 
Or leg or whatever 
It's their turn to bite 

The game continues at a lively pace 

As long as there are arms 
As long as there are legs 
As long as there is anything

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Poet: Vasko Popa
Poem: Race
Volume: Homage to the Lame Wolf
Year: Published/Written in 1987
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