Offering For Picasso - Poem by Cirilo Bautista
is for Picasso
who didn't have hair and looked like cheese.
He divided up
the bodies of people
and a new form of art was born in the world.
A circle of yellow
became the sun
a rainbow sprouted in an intestine exposed,
a lost bicycle
when pounded and earrings thrown
let grow in the world to a thousand green beans:
Now that he's gone
Picasso, what machine
would keep order in our dreams? What charm
against the blood of war and abandonment
so that the tattered world would again be beautiful?
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