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		<title>Poems by Robert René Galván</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Hero Abuelita had a framed photo of my uncle Reyes on top of the television where she watched her novelas with impassive eyes; Tío was dressed in full regalia, clutching his parachute, the smile under his helmet belied a dangerous profession; what else could a young man do to escape the poverty of the unpaved [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3><strong>Hero</strong></h3>
<p>Abuelita had a framed<br />
photo of my uncle Reyes<br />
on top of the television<br />
where she watched<br />
her novelas with impassive<br />
eyes;<span id="more-42983"></span></p>
<p>Tío was dressed<br />
in full regalia,<br />
clutching his<br />
parachute,<br />
the smile under<br />
his helmet<br />
belied a dangerous<br />
profession;<br />
what else could a young<br />
man do to escape<br />
the poverty of the unpaved<br />
alley that was his namesake,<br />
the anonymity<br />
of a dusty town?</p>
<p>From time to time<br />
my mother received<br />
gossamer-thin<br />
airmail letters<br />
with exotic stamps,<br />
and I imagined him<br />
leaping into a sky<br />
riddled with silk jellyfish<br />
as I lifted each wafer<br />
with steam and<br />
pasted them into<br />
a small album.</p>
<p>Another picture,<br />
which had been entombed<br />
in a drawer for many years,<br />
shows him bare-chested<br />
in the Vietnamese jungle,<br />
enduring the sweltering heat,<br />
angry insects and mottled snakes,<br />
suffering malaria, trench foot<br />
and Agent Orange,<br />
watching over his men<br />
while they shaved in the stream,<br />
M-14 poised on his hip,<br />
surveying the trees<br />
with his mother’s<br />
sad eyes.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<h3>Narcissus</h3>
<p>When he gazed into the pool,<br />
He only saw the lovely boy<br />
With golden skin and fine locks<br />
Spun over a noble face,</p>
<p>As if what the water told him<br />
Was untrue:</p>
<p>The ruined straw of his pate.<br />
The loose jowls and weak chin,<br />
The marbled flesh under his ill-fitting suit,<br />
The over-cooked countenance of contempt.</p>
<p>Though a strident chorus calls him out,<br />
He cannot look away.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<h3>Bruno</h3>
<p>He emerged a pale fish<br />
From his cell of moist stone<br />
And darkness.</p>
<p>Lungs filled with mold,<br />
He choked on the fresh air<br />
And his pupils convulsed<br />
In the light.</p>
<p>To live, all he had to do<br />
Was lie about what he knew,</p>
<p>But he staggered<br />
To the Campo dei Fiori,<br />
A nail driven though his tongue,<br />
To embrace the flames.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>About the Poet:</strong></p>
<p><b>Robert René Galván</b>, born in San Antonio,<b>&nbsp;</b>resides in New York City where he works as a professional musician and poet. His last collection of poems is entitled,&nbsp;<i>Meteors</i>, published by Lux Nova Press. His poetry was recently featured in&nbsp;<i>Adelaide Literary Magazine</i>,&nbsp;<i>Azahares Literary Magazine</i>,&nbsp;<i>Gyroscope</i>,&nbsp;<i>Hawaii Review, Newtown Review, Panoply, Stillwater Review, West Texas Literary Review, and&nbsp;</i>the Winter 2018 issue<i>&nbsp;of UU World.</i>&nbsp;He is a Shortlist Winner Nominee in the 2018 Adelaide Literary Award for Best Poem. Recently, his poems are featured in&nbsp;<i>Puro ChicanX Writers of the 21<sup>st</sup>&nbsp;Century.&nbsp;</i>His next book of poems<i>, The Shadow of Time,&nbsp;</i>is forthcoming from Adelaide Books in 2021.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2020/06/23/poems-by-robert-rene-galvan/">Poems by Robert René Galván</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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