Indian With Biggest Boobs

I went through the crowd and pushed
of unfortunate things
trickled through my fingers dust.

I was in the shade of the forest, a bird fluttered
lonely
and from the soundless moss
bloomed red cabbage.
the strange figure I'll stay in my room
strange room,
I am a dwarf under the Law. Who goes

him down to me,
hem of heaven sweet?

of: PL: The heavenly mirror, 1927
Image: Julio Romero de Torres