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POETronicA.net presents
"Dodo" by
Karen Villeda
with The Dodo
(obviously)
The Admiral
Wybrand van Warwyck
Jacob van Heemskerck
The Redhead
The Mongolian
The Indonesian
The Slave
Seven sailors...
Seven rickety barrels.
Seven barrels as a pretexts for fourteen arms.
Seven camisoles that get pale with seven barrels.
Fists of salt.
Fourteen rival arms, seven seas, one hatch.
A Flemish Galleon baptized as "Güeldres".
Masts witouth counting, seven topmasts and fourteen top gallant masts.
Forty nine bales against cold.
Flies by dozen.
One life boat davit scratching the anchor.
One navigational compass and one handkerchief.
One salmon-crested cockatoo, the goodbye.
1598, seven camisoles.
We descry an island.
We hold it between the thumb and forefinger.
Landscape, one fly.
Legends of the North Sea cleaved in the ribs of the "Güeldres", seven sailors nibbling.
Seven bloated tongues and fourteen rival arms.
Island of Mauritius
Sawdust of bones.
The Admiral knows how to fly with the soleus.
The six are whispering.
"Muiterij, muiterij, muiterij."
Seven arquebuses, one burst and one coffin.
Seven bursts and Mauritius for the Admiral.
"That trace is, is an egg"
Fourteen armpits are sweating buckets.
One sweeling of eyelids and seven horns.
Seven flat noses and two rough hands.
One curved tumb.
Flies and flies, dozen of dry lips.
A convex body, lenghty hooky peak.
A body at the height of the knees.
An little thick appearance and amber eyes.
A skull, the one of my hairless love.
"An authentic ostrich".
Strands covering her, feathers for everyone.
We decide to remain still.
Flies for six sailors and his flatulence.
The hook that has the convex body and that we have as tongue.
"Dead as a dodo" says The Redhead, son of the bearded man exiled in Amsterdam.
"Elías Nandino" National Award of Youth Poetry in 2013
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