18 January 2006


In the night
a gunshot
is in the night.
The bullet ricochets
off the Andes
and enters the brain
of a brown rabbit.

The dogs, which had been barking all night, go silent.

Then they go crazy.
The dogs go crazy
under the dark sky
that fills up the space
above my roof.
In the vineyard,
a man holds a pistol.
He spreads out his arms
and a song rises from his chest.

(El Noviciado, Chile, January 2006)


At January 18, 2006 10:59 am , Blogger torontopearl said...

Muy bien, Senor Stuart! (imagine the inverted exlamation mark at the begiining of the sentence and imagine the accent on the "n")

At January 25, 2006 11:09 pm , Blogger MissWanda said...

This is lovely Stuart. Reminds me of two things simultaneously: the private man's private display of desire, the cumulation of a lifetime of sadness in one brief leap of exposition.

Give those dogs an extra scratch for this Canadian girl. Breaks my heart.


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