James A. Hawley | |||
Almuerzo en San Miguel Rain Dog watches the parade of Estonians & yahoos Wobble by from his perch atop raspberry sherbet walls Of the pharmacy & tiendas arrayed along the Rue De la Fin de Siècle. One of a pair of twins (The other being Pye-Dog) is considered the son Of lightning: the twins themselves are known As children of the sky, thigh-born kin of the moons Light at dusk & are rumored to be buried near the edge Of a turgid lake on a regular basis. Next up A line of churrigueresque scuppers presented As the nahualli of the more favored Aztec gods: monkey, jaguar, coyotl; Dog, snake, eagle, owl, coati & squirrel. Some are carved with bared teeth, ears laid Back against stone-grey skulls Foedus, pithekos, bhayate. Remnants of recent Rains & last weeks blogs drip from the worn & scoured mouths onto the sidewalks below To the sound of a violin vibrato. Geckoes Fardel or spiral on mottled ginkgoes (But where are they?) & there must be some Jacarandas hanging around somewhere, maybe Standing next to the mimosas which reside Cheek to jowl with half-full bottles of Modelo & Carta Blanca on a white-clothed table Where troubadors & anciennes remark & quibble over the most fantastic menu Ever offered south of the Rio Grande. Is this the prix fixe, the Posologist asks. This is not a boxing ring, & the mesero Suggests, to start, a Conquestial sangria Or perhaps a nice Wish-You-Were-Here white Accompanied by the speciality of the house: Sea grubs, sautéed in garlic & whine sauce con Limón & aggravation. The chef would like To recommend a tureen of flea bisque paired With huachinango al paparazzi. We too have A Spectral Chicken of the House, Sliced Filet Of Peas & Somersaults for the Queen, or Forked Lengua Ohuiotl. Tal vez messieur would prefer The Veal Tavernman, a nice gin fish Or Youn Pigeon served in its own ectoplasm With a side of Inarticulate Jargon or Improbable Argot, followed by a fine syllabub or two & a Cuerpo Especial on the tracks to complete the meal. Too much aint enough! the Texan ex-pat Declaims as he raises his horseshoe to the sky & fills it with Lone Star. Two Finnish Visitors goggled to ski & sled have come To view paintings of conquest & depredations Muralled on the post office walls In tinctures resembling adobe Sanskrit, Akkadian sandstone & ziggurat Blue. Of particular interest are the works Of Miguel Antonio Martinez de Pocasangre & the outlying architecture which exhibits An exceptional example of the exchange between European & Latin American cultures. Tonight As advertised on posters plastered to the walls Of the shoppes of artisans & phone poles musica De camera al fresco featuring gudok, nay, gusla Orpharion & tambour with an Olmec interlude & a Diné choir from Tucumcari, terpsichoric; Euterpean. Then the rest appear. They wish To join you & your out-of-town guests at the clean White table well-lit by the glare of the Aztec sun Along with the jugglers & the clowns. Their Timing is impeccable. Foray & phlox Abound as the tabletops wander off leaving Behind their legs & white shrouds. Notes to the Poem Lines 38-42: For the menu see Malcolm Lowrys Under the Volcano. New York: Reynal & Hitchcock, 1947, p.291. Lines 57- 58: For the complete citation, see http://whc.unesco.org/en/news/451 |
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