Alexis E. Santí

What’s for Dinner?

What would it be like
to eat a dinner
with
a plate        
6 feet around
that
was served on my
lap

would I tip
it up
and slide
it down
into
my
M O U T H?

 

Mashing Magical Vegetables
 

avocado pits
pop out
when you scrape
with the
butter knife
that you shouldn’t have used
to stab your
index finger
to the bone
a hard pit
that you jump into
pull into
and remains
at your
core.

 

When We Fought With Radicals

 
Tora Bora, 1982.
Communists surround the mountain
balancing all that is on our back
and all that we have in front of us
we hop     hop          hop
from rock to a
tumbling
rock
that eventually slides
down
    crack
crack as the
trigger pins pulled

grenade is tossed         spinning
up along
all around
as the wondrous view epileptically shaking
around us in 360 degrees
sun goes down
sun goes up
then the crest
is attained

the cherub bushes that stand off
on the edges of my periphery
stare like Mexican peasants standing
with blankets over shoulders
all in green
worshiping    
        the descent of
the world’s great sacrifices are always
told in the footnotes
received in a volcano
they are expecting the miracle
to brush across the side of their face
a blessing
 
He is also an observer here
but the connection
between the two
of us  
freedom fighters
separated by religion and culture
and the sound of the fallout
of the blast now
brings the two of us together
one mission    under God.


Alexis E. Santí writes and raves in Washington, DC. He enters George Mason's MFA program in the fall of 2004.  He has published a few ranting political pieces in both the Hartford Courrant and the democraticunderground.com; Plum Ruby Review is his first poetry publication. He is a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer, and in addition to English, he is fluent in Spanish and Romanian, yet, prefers to swear in Hungarian.  He can be reached at ourwinter(at)yahoo(dot)com.