by Victor David Sandiego
We want to buy Brazil
and all the mealy peasants to forge our footprint
there – and in London, under a natty truce flag
spill cups of Caspian Sea on our trousers.
Barrels of elastic dollars roll out of the pipeline
to death knell the small boats, the smell of little fish people
bent in an exciting missionary position.
Crude oil sands the rough spots down when we fall
beneath the train wheels of yacht payments
or (God save the Queen) slip in a prolific basin
of muddy stock shares.
Victor David Sandiego divides his time between México and the Pacific Northwest. He was the winner of the 1st WordStorm Poetry Competition held on Vancouver Island in British Columbia, a winner of the 2008 Jeanne Lohmann Poetry Prize, and the winner of the 2009 Crab Creek Review poetry contest. His work has appeared in various journals, and he loves to read and play drums in poetry / music collaborative settings.
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