The word calavera has many meanings, especially in Mexico during the temporada de muertos – the weeks leading up to El Día de los Muertos on November 2. One meaning of calavera is a kind of short satirical poem depicting the untimely demise of a well-known figure, poking fun – with a macabre humor – at that figure’s eccentricities or excesses. The poems can trace their roots back to medieval Europe, but they became very popular in late 19th-century Mexican newspapers and are still around today. They are linked to the calavera drawings first made famous by José Guadalupe Posada – here’s his iconic depiction of La Catrina (Death):
The calaveras below profile the current presidential candidates, Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. They also have to with clothing and nudity, because… well, of course they would on this blog, right?
He sported patriotism to allure us,
but his suit was made in Honduras.
His shoes were from China,
not North Carolina,
and his tie was French silk of the purest.
The multitude, frenzied, attacked him.
They tore off his clothes and then sacked him.
Undressed on the ground,
he croaked with a frown,
“I’m naked! My lies – I retract them!”
“It’s too late,” the crowd yelled with a blast.
“Your lies are as bald as your ass!
We see right through you!”
Donald knew it was true.
Denuded, he gave his last gasp.