Carlos Arredondo, Carlos, Arredondo, Chile, Scotland, music, poetry, culture, Latin America  
 


Face

There, with his torrid smile,
The corpse had to grin and bear it.
The police were taking statements for the press.
The face
Couldn't be seen,
And yet,
Railed bitterly against its disfigurement.
The result of a coup d'etat.

 

 

 
  Carlos Arredondo, Carlos, Arredondo, Chile, Scotland, music, poetry, culture, Latin America