miércoles, 13 de mayo de 2009

Iraq/Sant Jordi

Saint George On the Road.

Sailing East from Lydda
zip code DC 20500
our errant knight travels [Nimitz class]
on the breeze of the sea
under crescent moon, late April.
Bagful of Tomahawks
block IV, DSMAC.
One last push George.

Texas rose on his shield
warm breath against the visor
- three snap flip, photochromic coating -
he rides into the floating dark
on a tide of flotsam
and propeller-chewed plastic
spewed from the charred black
mouth of the Tigris.

Searching for a sign
among the shoals of stars,
searching for just one
miserable god-damn gleaming scale
of the Mother of all Camels
- also known as Draco the Dragon -
he is fatefully [and unfortunately
for the crusaders of the cross]

distracted by his own reflection: 
the possibility of his own sticker
in the latest Pannini Heroes collection,
sought and swapped by millions
and lovingly stuck somewhere 
between Perseus and Terminator
né Schwarzenegger
proves too much to resist

and he does not hear the approach,
the sudden flap of wings
like a main sail caught in a gust.
And in a snap, his legend is lost -
yellow petals falling softly
against his bullet-proof vest
as Miles Davies' Autumn Leaves
plays out from 32.5 on the dial.

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