La Nina
Alberto Korda
Captured
Havana High
Fashion
Banal beauty
In
The elegance
Of decadence
Viva Cuba!
Viva Korda!
Til Fidel
Took Studio closure
With composure
Yet his
Yet his
Mercenary mind
Could manipulate
Politicos into high fashion
So
Fashion of high politios
Fashion of high politios
Could manipulate
The people
Revolution merely stasis
Til
Dusty eyes
Dirty
Stare
Clutching Wood
Collared fabric create
Humble doll
Humble poor
Yet who is humbled in the
Stare
Stare
Dirty
Dusty eyes
La Nina de la Muneca de Palo
In the closing shutter
Pull of the heart opens
Korda converted
To the need
For change
Viva La Revolucion!
Viva La Nina!
This is your most eloquent poem to date. Love it. Send it to the New Yorker. Make money on your art. Buy me a new car.
ReplyDeleteWhat do you say, I'll get the new car and you can get my old one :p Thanks for your support!
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