SIESTA DEL TRÓPICO

Sultry Sunday, noon
of shimmering
sun, A policeman
as if embedded in the curb,
profoundly asleep. A dog's
filth smeared on a fence. An abbot's
indigestion, the muffled
cacophony of a locust...

Solitude of the grave, complete
and sullen silence. But
suddenly in the ugly town

the dominical hush is broken,
for a raving drunkard screams:
Hooray for the Liberal Party!