O blithe wastrel of roses!

O fashion queen

and tender militant

in the nascent indigenous movement!

Turn on your TV eyes

in which are seen

already waving all the watchers

of the world.

Knock another bishop

out of purple socks

for each one of us…

knock each one of us

out of the ballpark too.

If ever we fully tune

into your TV eyes

and catch there the news,

we’ll be ready,

wearing old Diego’s poncho,

to pin another star onto your cape.