The rainfall of Assyria is slight
as the fingers that push the seed
But its crankshaft erupts at micron level
plumes of granite come bubbling froth
So, the angels flicker their sickles
And bare their jagged little teeth
The earth burps fango and mud huts
The fauna with slicked-back, douchebag hair
Dogs and pestilence shackle the exurbs
pirates set up camp in the ravines
Scribes lobby their overlord rectors
to get this language thing right
Protesting on the ziggurat perhaps
was not the most deft way to halt the asp
But the Assyrian rain is slight indeed
the caravan traffic heaves, but is not
scared of losing the potentates inside
the palanquins, their cargo old senators.
Spicaresque:
A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.
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Friday, May 15, 2009
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