Migrates from Death 
To make a sign of Life again to you 
Fierce and beautiful as a car crash 
           in the Plaza de Armas 

I swear that I have seen that Light 
I will not fail to kiss your hideous cheek 
           when your coffin's closed 

And the human mourners go back 
                     to their old tired 
                               Dream. 

And you wake in the Eye of the 
          Dictator of the Universe. 

Another stupid miracle! I'm 
                      mistaken again! 
Your indifference! My enthusiasm! 
                I insist! You cough! 
Lost in the wave of Gold that 
           flows thru the Cosmos. 

Agh I'm tired of insisting! Goodbye, 
           I'm going to Pucallpa 
to have Visions. 
                         Your clean sonnets? 
I want to read your dirtiest 
           secret scribblings, 
                         your Hope, 
in His Obscene Magnificence. My God! 



          Plaza de Armas - Pucallpa, Peru