Wines of the great châteaux <br />Have been uncorked for you; <br />Come, take this terrace chair: <br />Examine the menu. <br />The view from here is such <br />As cannot find a match, <br />For even as you dine <br />You’re so placed as to watch <br />Starvation in our streets <br />That gives your canapé <br />A more exquisite taste <br />By contrast, like the play <br />Of shadow and of light. <br />The misery of the poor <br />Appears, as on TV, <br />Set off by the allure <br />And glamour of the ads. <br />We recommend the quail, <br />Which you’d do well to eat <br />Before your powers fail, <br />For I inaugurate <br />A brand-new social order <br />Six cold, decisive feet <br />South of the border.<br /><br />Anthony Evan Hecht<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-the-mexican-revolutionary/
