La Soberbia y Caída of a Self-Sung Queen


angst and ashes melt away

merging calmly with orange mire and pardoned sins

a warm sulphur mist rises: exotic elixir del volcán

softly singing

slowly soothing

leisurely disentangling devastating doubts

casually liberating carefully cultivated caution

weaving its enchantment into the fine-spun grain of toenails

burying its fingertips deep within knotted tresses

. . .

and from the safety of the steaming caldron

the girl declared herself Reina of the Frailejónes


far above, Tolima kept her ceaseless watch

gazing below

the mighty mountain mistress licked her icy lips

and decided the soup was ready