Monday, June 14, 2010

Jorge Carrera Andrade


Ears of corn, with canary bird wings,
plucked from roof beams.

Guinea pigs
deceive the illiterate silence
with bird squeaks and a dove-like cooing.

There is a silent rustling in the hut
as wind pushes at the door.

The fierce mountain
has opened —with ribs of lightning—
its dark umbrellas of cloud.

Francisco, Martin, Juan:
working the mountain plantation
are surprised by a downpour.

A shower of birds
falls shrieking into the tilled fields.

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