Ladies and
Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I'll tell
you a tale I know nothing about.
The
Admission is free, so pay at the door,
now pull up
a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine
day in the middle of the night,
two dead
boys got up to fight.
Back to
back they faced each other,
drew their
swords and shot each other.
A blind man
came to watch fair play,
a mute man
came to shout "Horray!"
A deaf
policeman heard the noise and
came and
killed those two dead boys.
He lived on
the corner in the middle of the block,
in a
two-story house on a vacant lot.
A man with
no legs came walking by,
and kicked
the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed
through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry
creek and suddenly drowned.
The long
black hearse came to cart him away,
but he ran
for his life and is still gone today.
I watched
from the corner of the big round table,
the only
eyewitness to facts of my fable.
But if you
doubt my lies are true,
just ask
the blind man, he saw it too.
Hace mucho tiempo leí este poema, y me encantó el uso de la
antítesis y el oxímoron. Hoy me volví a topar con él. He buscado, pero sigo sin
saber de quién es.
Leído aquí.
