Borges, bored with being dead,
Decided to return as three notes
From a tango to which he had listened
In Geneva when he was seventeen
And studying for his baccalaureate
The authorities refused; those three notes
Were spoken for. Very well he would be content
To be a gleam of light on a dagger blade
Drawn during a back alley fight
On June 14, 1901. "Really, Senor Borges,"
Said the authorities, "Consider our feelings!
We do not these days trade in melodrama."
Arbitrators were called in; or perhaps they simply
Had been drinking nearby. Negotiations continue
But observers say there’s little hope of resolution
Any time soon. Consult this poem for developments.
Decided to return as three notes
From a tango to which he had listened
In Geneva when he was seventeen
And studying for his baccalaureate
The authorities refused; those three notes
Were spoken for. Very well he would be content
To be a gleam of light on a dagger blade
Drawn during a back alley fight
On June 14, 1901. "Really, Senor Borges,"
Said the authorities, "Consider our feelings!
We do not these days trade in melodrama."
Arbitrators were called in; or perhaps they simply
Had been drinking nearby. Negotiations continue
But observers say there’s little hope of resolution
Any time soon. Consult this poem for developments.
