poets and country are a real pain in the ass (of ovaries if there are ladies present) agree that it is more useful to a cop these days a poet or a patriot. As a kid my grandmother asked me Vielito what will you do when you grow up? Poet replied. Only now I realize that his eyes were a mixture of contempt and pity. He would have liked to see me in uniform, so now I know her weakness for men in uniform. Anyway. I am unashamedly patriotic. Too annoying as being a poet at a time when poetry is reduced to mourn hysteria and navels play tied the long cry of the ego. Here the only cackling is the shell that has put her eggs on the world. Soccer
swear it is a procession of fools
the
advancing through the streets of Santa María de los Buenos Aires
soldiers disguised as humorous greeting
hugging drunk
flaming patriotic logo watch their bags of contraband
of love empanadas Maroon Creoles
not opposites
resist such gibberish shouting nationalist slogans
Maradó Maradó
putean
stone them throw boiling oil
other
certainly do not support
Argentines who have left the outside world
2002
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