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Armando Romero

BLOSSOMS OF URANIUM

The three of them arrived at the same spot
They ordered foaming drinks
They greeted the courteous multitude

All three went up to the same table
They drank smoking potions
They knew nobody
They were not uncomfortable

And lo and behold,
When all three jumped together
Over the cornice
Over the window
Over the hole
The woman at the bar said there was no reason to be afraid
Since they were a new flower brought from the East

But when they came down again and killed the whole multitude
She said before dying that there was nothing to fear
That she had come upon the wrong garden
That she was mistaken about the flower
And that instead of blossoms from Buddha
She had brought blossoms of Uranium

FLORES DE URANIO

FLORES DE URANIO

Llegaron los tres al mismo sitio
Pidieron espumeantes bebidas
Saludaron a la amable concurrencia

Llegaron los tres a la misma mesa
Tomaron humeantes pociones
No conocían a nadie
No estaban incómodos

Y he aquí
Que cuando los tres se encaramaron
Sobre la cornisa
Sobre la ventana
Sobre el agujero
La mujer de la cantina dijo no se asusten que ellos
       
           eran una nueva flor traída de Oriente

Pero cuando descendieron y mataron a toda la concurrencia
Ella dijo antes de morir que no había nada que temer
Que se había equivocado de jardín
Que se había equivocado de flor
Y que en vez de traer flores de Buda
Había traído flores de Uranio
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BLOSSOMS OF URANIUM

The three of them arrived at the same spot
They ordered foaming drinks
They greeted the courteous multitude

All three went up to the same table
They drank smoking potions
They knew nobody
They were not uncomfortable

And lo and behold,
When all three jumped together
Over the cornice
Over the window
Over the hole
The woman at the bar said there was no reason to be afraid
Since they were a new flower brought from the East

But when they came down again and killed the whole multitude
She said before dying that there was nothing to fear
That she had come upon the wrong garden
That she was mistaken about the flower
And that instead of blossoms from Buddha
She had brought blossoms of Uranium

BLOSSOMS OF URANIUM

The three of them arrived at the same spot
They ordered foaming drinks
They greeted the courteous multitude

All three went up to the same table
They drank smoking potions
They knew nobody
They were not uncomfortable

And lo and behold,
When all three jumped together
Over the cornice
Over the window
Over the hole
The woman at the bar said there was no reason to be afraid
Since they were a new flower brought from the East

But when they came down again and killed the whole multitude
She said before dying that there was nothing to fear
That she had come upon the wrong garden
That she was mistaken about the flower
And that instead of blossoms from Buddha
She had brought blossoms of Uranium
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