Los Lectores Pueden Poner El Título Que Quieran a Este Poem

　　by Anthony McCann

　　 And here I am Mother， slick haired and heaving

　　 A kind of elk， something， a sort of human elk

　　 Digitally inserted into the prehistory of his nation

　　 Twenty feet tall and roaring and extinct

　　 Mother， I'm a mammal， when I'm sleeping I'm exuding

　　 As the little pony reaches the shimmering pines

　　 Here I am Mother， struggling to hear

　　 Here's my new body， made wholly of hair

　　 Mother， here I am， a grown man in the snow

　　 Mother， the dark here is sort of enormous

　　 As the little pony passes through the sacred meadows

　　 Here I am holding the breasts of my wife

　　 Twenty feet tall and roaring and extinct

　　 The dark here， Mother， is truly enormous

　　 As the little pony enters the shimmering pines

　　 Dear Mother， I'm a mammal， in love with the pines