horse piano

The idea is to get a horse, a Central Park workhorse.

A horse who lives in a city, over in the hell part of Hell's
     Kitchen, in a big metal tent.

You have to get one who is dying.


Maybe you get his last day on the job, his owner, his
     tourists.

You get his walk back home at the end of the day,

some flies, some drool. You get his deathbed, maybe.


An then, post mortem, still warm, you get the vet or else
     the butcher

to take his three best legs. And then you get the taxidermist
     to stuff them

heavy, with some alloy, steel, something.


Next day you go over to Christle's interiors sale and buy a
     grand-piano,

shabby conditions but tony provenance, let's say it graced the
     entry hall

of some or other Vanderbilt's Gold Coast classic six.


And you ask the welder you know to carefully replace the
     piano legs

with the horse legs, and you put the horse/piano somewhere
     like a lobby,

and you hire a guy to play it on the hour, so that everybody
     will know

how much work it is to hold anything up in this world.

~ Anna McDonald

Merodeando el mar

Ven. Me llama
Te dare un vestido
Verbo del celeste
Nadie te tendrá
Brazos omnipotentes
Como los míos
¿Quién puede resistir el mecer de mis ahogados mimos?

Ven,
Te dejare ver las luces
Que encienden mis entrañas
Te hare sentir único
En un universo estremecido,
Cuando te dejes caer en mi inmensidad

¡Hay!
Pero si no vienes
Aullare en mi espuma, tragaré veleros
Embarrare mis celestes
Quebrare mi dolor en los mástiles
Brotaran de mis olas
aludes de corceles invencibles,
y de mis abismos surgiran relampagos
Que cegaran el cielo

Ven,
Que si tu vienes me plateare de peces
De amor,
De dulzura arrulladora

~ Elsa Langer