Chile Getting Creative

Chile: A Poem

In Chile there are condors, cold waters on the shores

There are vines reaching wide and tales of ominous folklore.

There are rocks that don’t know rain beneath a canopy of stars

that shine from one corner to another, 2653 miles apart.

Volcanoes gaze over lakes, themselves watched by a mountain range

that stretches like wispy hair across a map tainted with bloodstains.

How lush is Chile’s country! It’s bursting from the seams

with melons the size of children, and daily bread, eggs and cream.

 

Santiago is a bloated whale beached in the sea between,

the spawn of Chinese Whispers and born of its many dreams.

The mountains bleeding snow, watching from the start

above people erecting fences, just barbed-wire tips apart.

 

 

 

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