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.