Chicano Poet

Friday, February 10, 2006

Henry’s Elegy For Los Pechos De Joseph Brodsky

If being so long you could not fold it
like the chinese wall
or the iron curtain,

I met akhmatova in the many molecules,
the sun looked like a jewish jewel,
her eyes were two norwegian pools,

I thought it had to be
a Beatles song coming out of
Mayakovsky’s mouth,

or might it have been a siberian creature,
a kgb lover
stuck to the side of a matchstick?

No poet can keep out the barbarians
and so like Brodsky
they come to America because America’s gullible.


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