Serious Reflection

back on the isles
a confusing white mess
a figurehead files
off her silvery tress
standing up straight
never meant taking aim
in sinking her plait
you avoid taking blame
she walks along, slow
with a bird on each hand
her tumultuous glow
mirrors water on sand
and this do you cross
with your opening light
upon the wave’s toss
in the soft silken sight
your pining betrays you
as you spy from afar
your pining betrays you
as you gaze at her star
your pining betrays you
too distracted to note
your pining betrays you:
her locks are afloat

   

   

Copyright L.M. 2007.

Patria

patria, patria, call her along
she sings and praises with whims from afar
show her the innocents, the children she’s wronged
and show her the bones in her chariot car

patria, patria, senseless and mute
scuffling limestone with each tender sole
assuming a call would raise arms to this brute
who shovels up parts of who used to be whole

patria, patria, open your eyes
don’t close your lids as you let your heads bow
the deceitful “Integrity” dons a disguise
o patriotas, how could you dance now?

   

      

Copyright L.M. 2007.  (inspired by “Political Prison in Cuba” by José Martí, 1871).