Falling in the River

Drunk, Lene Levi walked     In the neighboring streets nightly     Back and forth, screaming, "auto."     Her blouse was opened,     So that one saw her fine, fascinating     Underclothing and skin.     Seven horny little men ran     After Lene.     Seven horny little men chased     Lene Levi for her body,     Thinking about what it costs.     Seven men, otherwise very respectable,     Forgot their children and art,     Science and factory.     And they ran as though possessed     After Lene Levi.     Lene Levi stopped     On a bridge, catching her breath,     And she lifted her blurred blue     Drunken glances in the wide     Sweet darkness above     The street lamps and the houses.     Seven randy little men though     Caught Lene's eye.     Seven randy little men tried     To touch Lene Levi's heart.     Lene remained unapproachable.     Suddenly she jumped up on the railing,     Turns up her nose at the world for the last time,     Joyfully jumps into the river.     Seven pale little men ran,     As quickly as they could, out of the place.