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Poetry by David Musgrave
 
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'Salar Surire'  2007 DK McDonald

Salar Surire, Chile Altiplano

 

salar
it’s no use burying my head in the sand: the earth is hard and salt
surire
place of ñandú, suri, flamingos
sourire
knee-deep in the steaming lake which curves like a souring smile
ñandús
bury their heads in the silt and fossick for… "like tiny
langostas
which eat flamingos" according to our guide,
Sergio
after which the mountains are a dessert
des servir
of orange and banana sponge, topped with
pistachio
blancmange, ananás, massive trifles towering above the
altiplano
where squeezing your head in its vice,
soroche
as wind throttled the tent, ice-fisted blasting the night
raro
air as clear as space and thin as starlight hammered in your head,
ringo
despite Yoko, singing Good Night on an album which was apple
surgía
sudden as a ghostly voice, the radio. Burying my head in the darkness
muermas
did nothing, but transform me:
pajero
tiny peanut windbag in the vast indifferent desert. A species of sublime.
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