Columbus by Cretan Maineiac

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Columbus

A failure at best, say some (clad under cover of
the present) , genocide at
worst, tho his sail across pitching hungry waves required

balls that today might prompt one's flight to
Venus in a
hot-air balloon, w/out a compass.

'[L]ike Paradise...' he sd. of his
find, but for
the fact that the

Natives (*in Dio* = 'in God')
insisted on walking about
naked.

Cretan Maineiac

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Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (3/5/2008 4:13:00 PM)
It's good to reexamine the past and poetry is an excellent lens for doing so. Glad I got to read this.

Marc Mannheimer (10/16/2007 6:45:00 PM)
I'm kind of liking these topical poems (or did I read one yesterday by someone else?) - just very succinct, artistic renderings of an event.

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