The Dictators - Poem by Pablo Neruda

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    An odor has remained among the sugarcane:a mixture of blood and body, a penetratingpetal that brin gs nausea.Between the coconut palms the graves are fullof ruined bones, of speechless death-rattles.

    The delicate dictator is talkingwith top hats, gold braid, and collars.The tiny palace gleams like a watchand the rapid laughs with gloves oncross the corridors at timesand join the dead voicesand the blue mouths freshly buried.The weeping cannot be seen, like a plantwhose seeds fall endlessly on the earth,whose large blind leaves grow even without light.Hatred has grown scale on scale,blow on blow, in the ghastly water of the swamp,with a snout full of ooze and silence

    Pablo Neruda

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