When the riots come the old Chilean mutineers will cry
of nostalgia and sorrow for no longer being alive
and the toilets will explode and the plumbing on the black horizon
will be a pure knot soaked with shit
...........................................................
When the riots come the old Chilean military-men
will dance a cuenca along the sea
and all the whales will come up to see such a marvel
and they will open their whale jaws
so that there will be thousands of Jonases
all over the world
– from "The riots" by Roberto Bolaño and Bruno Montané, in Cascadia Solidaria, poems and translations by Phil Neff; original poem in Diez poemas y once poetas infrarrealistas by Cuauhtémoc Méndez Estrada (via Cascadia Solidaria)
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