poem for Colvmbvs
Altar for Dia de los Muertos 2005

mixed medioa

In fifteen-hvndred and six
Colvmbvs crossed the river Styx.
Did he know what he wovld find
Having left Madre España behind?
and all that jazz aside)

Trve north waiting?

A pear-shaped world,
(like a breast)
Great golden calves to fatten and gorge on,
Watery doldrvms
In which to kill time,

The endless sea . . . .