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poem for Colvmbvs
Altar for Dia de los Muertos 2005

mixed medioa
*NFS

In fifteen-hvndred six
Colvmbvs crossed the river Styx.

Madre España
svgar mama
covldn't keep you
in the end.
(flags and all that jazz
and all kidding aside)

Steal a pear-shaped world.
Go ahead.
Steel this breast.
Great golden calves
to fatten and gorge on.

Did trve north fail yov
at the edge of the world,
capitán?

These watery doldrvms
in which to kill time
will do.

The endless sea . . .

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