Still Life with Dead Birds, Fruit, and Vegetables by Juan Sánchez Cotán

Better you should hang me by my feet
so the blood would run out faster
when you cut my jugular with your knife-

words, and scald and pluck me good
so everyone can see my pink naked skin,
than to hang me in your Spanish pantry,

bodegón, just another interesting shape
in your arrangement, the way my feathers
contrast with your sweet blushing apples.

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Azulejo

The sky as inlaid azulejo
tile, cool and gleaming.

Our love was a memory
from an undiscovered world,

filaments of dreams
woven beneath the snow.

The perfect still surface
of twilight was rippled

by the ululated cries
of the crane pair calling

to each other in the glow
of the solitary moon.

There was but one patch
of bare ground, a tangle

of frozen angel hair
crunching underfoot, crushed

by the weight of the wait.
I imagined your touch in the air

just beyond the limit of my skin,
a wind too weary, unstirred.