Song to the Ruins of America

By Daniel de Cullá

With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
“Fascist Europe–The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia”
I see with horror how from an American country to another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in its fields
Inspecting the growth of fascism and its relationship
With the capitalist families’ domain
As Daniel Guerin saw in his “Fascism and Big Business”
When Fascism was flourishing in Germany and Italy
For nothing.
Cities and fields return to watering the river Biederitz
Feeder of the river Elba
That brings the Hitler and Eve’s cremated and crushed remains
Together with others of theirs on the studio couch
Where they were found suicided
Perhaps the same couch of love where Neville Chamberlain
the British Prime Minister was sat.
River that joins and, at the end, matches to the river Potomac
In Chesapeake Bay, Atlantic Ocean
Rested in backwater of the White House pool
Built in its foundations and frames
by slaves and Irish and Italian workers without papers
that tomorrow will come to call “Trumpbunker”.
He’ll walk in the middle of the garden
Arrogant his figure as a God with joke eyes, body too much he-man
And penisly classic figure
whose Te Deum will be of the Asses and the Marquis of Sade.
Heil¡ He’s the “Uro of Heck” big, robust, with long horns
a brown copper hair, with skin of a certain form
with fierce behaviour.
Heil¡ He’s the new Thartac, God of the Hivites with Ass-headed
well known and loved by priests and parish priest.
Nor the snow neither the wind will lash, that they believe
The angry figure of this God-man who loves life
As a desolated tyrant with dizziness of sex just nasty
running towards the void of a great National and Global Zoo
upon which will erect a statue to the Ass
to which will come the souls of the Eve’s terrier breed Scottish dogs
and the Hitler’ German Shepherd Dog with her cubs
to piss lifting up its leg.
And Fabius will sing near the doors of the White House
The new “Trumpbunker”
the Rodrigo Caro’s paraphrased song to the Ruins of Italica:
“These, Trump, poor me¡ that you see now
Lonely fields, gloomy hill
Were a time great America”.
Because the crime, the evil, the cruel and bloody
Assembly of wars against another peoples and nations
Ever returns, sooner or later, against one and another.

Photo credit:  The Atlantic Daily


Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet, and photographer. He is also a member of the Spanish WritersAssociation, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He has participated in Festivals of Poetry, and Theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Genève .He has exposed in many galleries from Madrid, Burgos, London, and Amsterdam. He is moving between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos, Spain. His address is in Burgos, just now. He has more than 70 published books.



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