CHE

In this dark-grained news-photograph, whose glare

is rigidly composed as Caravaggio’s

the corpse glows candle-white on its cold altar--

its stone Bolivian Indian butcher's slab--

stare till its waxen flesh begins to harden

to marble, to veined，Andean iron;

from your own fear, cabron, its pallor grows；

it stumbled from your doubt, and for your pardon

burnt in brown trash, far from the embalming snows