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Columbus Day

Honey ran down the stained-glass window
of the mausoleum.
It tasted sweet, like pomegranates.

The tomb was silent
and pregnant as the night
but the flotilla blasted

the door down. Out poured a tsunami
of virginal blood, as thick
and sticky as corn syrup.

A white man in a gray suit rode the tide,
clutching a fistful of counterfeit bills.
Posted 11/30/10
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