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Montezuma's court jester
Quetzalcuatle's mime.
He is everything in us that laughs
The smallest bones
aligned with the verses of necessity,
He walks upside down,
it's not his pants falling
It's a pyramid rising,
Coatlicue was at the formation,
Ollin gave his joints flex.

Even in terror I have seen
the charm of grace.
Lord of movement
dismantling the bourgeoisie,
A tortilla in its face.
Aztec counter culture
going up an elevator
In the squares of structures
on la Acenida Reforma,
Cantinflas struts on
the snining marble floors,
His feet talking 
the language of riddles,
the syntax - the grammar
arrive as if to rescue
The poet exiled from the 
dictionary.

Sense sensulet,
Cantinflas is the only
man that doesn't 
Have to move
to travel the cosmicos
comicos
Our mestizo jaws
go from grin to cracklin
Peeling in spreading
and even then swelling.

Without motion
he makes murals of flowers
Jaquars and skulls
he pulls of a clay pot.
Egyptian and Toltec thather,
alive of humanness humeros
Humoros
He gives Charlie Chaplin
the Americas conquered ridicule
Ridiculos back
in a flaming heart of laughter
upon the altar of sacrifice,
For we were born for joy,
Cantinflas brings the teeth out,
to overcome the hacienda
Son of a bitch,
We are the earth
He takes for gyrations
Orbits which expose the king,
one pivotal turn in any scene,
spread feathers
Wind which strips
the Patron's tuxedo
Exposing us all
as cookies
In the shape of skeletons.