MATADORS IN THE HOUSE

Made for hell clubs and hammers
Bloody mace, echoes of madness
And the cracks in the ballot boxes
Led the electorates into darkness
Like bats buried in the sepulcher of sunlight

Great galaxies grieved generously
Paternity was painfully perturbed
About the matadors in the house
The wildly shaggy-shaped fighters
Demonstrated scarce unconstitutionalities

Fathers fainted, mothers mourned
Like the sea born to thunderclouds
Children wailed like whirled waves
To liberate the nascent democracy
From decadence of undemocratic dissidents

Tame the tongue, tutor the teeth
Polish ethical democratic sandals
Train brides for their bridal trains
Roll out the grooms kettle drums
To demonstrate dazzling democratic decorum