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ASTA
SU ABUELO
See
my noble ancestors, my line
On parchment sir, that lineage is mine,
Sire, sire's sire, dam, grand dam
Back to where the primal ass began
Pure
the blood and noble is the nose
That nibbled on the petals of the rose,
Bright and clear the gloss upon the eye -
Contemplate - their fame will never die!
Hear
them haw, sophisticated drawl
As ever emanated from a stall,
Imagine, anyway, how they might sound
Were they still alive - a hee profound
They
galloped into battle with panache,
That's quality I'm showing you - not trash;
Visitor, look on these heads, admire
A dam with ears, a turnip-stealing sire
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NADA.
ELLO DIRÁ
Mandatum
of the dead.
Sign, that is your name.
A nominal: read 'nothing'
Then to your oblivion
Decompose
regret
Indignation and surprise;
Dissolve into a vicious ink
Of flesh and eyes
Rise
up, bend forward, write
A message you can send,
Make yourself a stiffened arm
A hand, a pen
Chaos
is a reckless war, dismiss
The dead who dwell
Where the living leave them,
And go to hell
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SI,
SON DE OTRO LINAGE
The
stubbled skull who sits among
His babies' bones shouts out his lungs,
Not one of us despite this plea,
A thing of unknown pedigree
We
are a race that's warm and fed,
Scuffs aside the rabble-dead
So it can walk around the hill
That hides the charnel, carcass-full
Complain
to God? - your shaven head,
Your sunken eyes take off the dead,
Your throne's a pile of stone and dirt,
A king who's shrunk inside his shirt
You
can't be human, or if so
Of what descent is hard to know,
Perhaps an ape that's learned to speak,
Half inhuman, half a freak
Another
species, not of us -
*Homo homini lupus
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