Sunday, February 07, 2010

“Gloria a esas manos aborígenes porque trabajaban.




Gloria a esas manos negras porque trabajaban.
Gloria a esas manos blancas porque trabajaban.”
Juan Antonio Corretjer



there among the moon
and sun
Iguanaboina signaled
my arrival

i had found the cave
the serpent and
a stone from which Atabey
drilled and looked through
the hole

Inriri carved my future
existence

in the clouds there were dreams
and in the bite
of the reptile-cobra
those dreams
became a sounding conch

the owls regained
their razor-slit eyes
and my life was set free

free to worship flamboyant trees
and dualities




© Sergio A. Ortiz Feb, 2010

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