Luis Rogelio Nogueras - Obituary


We were a mask, in English pants, Parisian
vest, a coat from the United States, and a Spanish
bullfighter’s hat.

They buried him in the heart of a pine forest
and still
the pinewood coffin was imported from Ohio
they buried him by an iron mine and still
the nails of his coffin and the iron of the shovel were imported from Pittsburg;
they buried him next to the world’s best sheep pasture and still
the wool of the coffin’s blankets was from California.
They buried him in a New York suit,
a pair of Boston shoes,
a Cincinnati shirt
and Chicago socks.
Guatemala provided nothing for the funeral, besides the body.