Monday, April 28, 2014

MARQUEZ

You passed by clouds
  of silence
 in your shroud
   knowing betrayal
as a visionary birth marked
death on earth
by 20 century lyrical lines
on body bags
    of the hounded, wounded
he who incubates
   a magical  realism
in language waiting
from echoes of feathers
  has musical drum rolls,

 a legacy.

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