For My Lady Going To War
It is true
man and all his stories
fill our speaking mouths with words,
sand so dry we can never spit it all out.
Our dreaming skulls cannot keep out
the constant pricking of old tales
but crack and break instead.
Our shadows are black
and thicken because so many
others have crossed this way before.
This is all too true.
But I swear
when our two bodies touch,
when my flesh and your flesh
wage the dance making life, the
gasp and grab like death,
there in the light of what we two do,
I am
one man
and I imagine you
one woman.
Berkeley, 1991
Alfred Arteaga
http://alfredarteaga.com/
Cantos
San José: Chusma House Publications 1991
Professor Arteaga died of a heart attack on July 4, 2008 in Santa Clara.
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Awesome! Much food for thought… It really made my day. Thank you.
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