A Spaniards Cross

Power,to kill

A Spaniards cross, their inquisition ,their bull fight,
Bold matador ,clinically clean etched art in line with her
heart,the tip, a point, a culture to pierce between
The bull,between the horns, between the blades.
Raised to die.... A spectacle.
Special opportunity, to be a bull,to run the alley,to stomp a
drunk,
To die, a spectacle .

A Spaniards cross, she carries those genes,
inside her,
her hips, a matadors storm,
Dark eyed fire,

Black the electric stove top burner,
Small the meat of the child's thumb,
Branded now by the dark burner.
Buttered, to keep the heat in,the scar clear.

The intent?
Indifference.
A Spaniards cross he carries penned in his soul.

to set her cross down,to forgive,to undo the spectacle,to love, to laugh,to smile

Honor their Mother, Honor his Father......
Their weight of pride in me,through me,
Me the cannon fodder.
Raised by her "genes"
Leveled  by her "genes"

Author's Note

Yesterday, The running of the bulls in Pamplona , connection , "Wild Bill" who was gored by a horn in the thigh .

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Recently, a genetic link to the ability to feel happiness was discovered, as was a single specific and intermittant chemical imbalance responsible for suicides. It made me wonder how many other human traits- cruelty, humor, etc. can fit into those spaces between amino acids and sugars? Your lines of a matador's hips and precision... make me wonder how much of it is culture, how much passed on... and how much it has to do with the famed ability of the Spanish as lovers?

[icelandicblue]

Oh my god this is distressing. From the bull to the child this poem is fraught with images that make me want to look away and yet I can't. That is a sign of good writing. This really punches you right in the gut.

[lee von cleef]

thank you, this is pretty much about a sister I love, or love to hate,or hate to love, She has confused me view of what I thought the world was ,so, so , many times, I thought if I wrote about it , I could see more clearly into me.Distressing that the jungle grows back so fast.Thanks again.

[lee von cleef]

That would be me ,My view,(we used to be able to correct what we goofed)

[Tree]

A powerful juxtaposition of violence and love. You finished with a sword
directly between the shoulder blades

[MOON]

Lovely expressed all inquisition and bull fights so well expressed.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Makes me think of how some people make fancy exteriors to hide their dishonorable intentions... you really have a gift with words and an unique style.

[John]

The poem has a kind of proud fatalistic Spanish bearing. I am put in mind of the matador raising his weapon before he lunges it into the side of the animal. Is the cross the weapon he handles, or the burden this race has to carry from generation to generation? Those four lines beginning 'Black the electric..' are particularly fine, giving a visceral sense of the pain beast and man have to endure. ( I'm wondering if 'jeans' should be 'genes', or am I missing something?)

[lee von cleef]

Genes,should be Genes, yes ,I have a picture of "Blue jeans" in my head but Have not yet found a layer to tie them, to our culture,they wear to a kiss of comfort for both, all, a kind of chicken soup, common every where.If I can't find a "fleur de lance" or "Fer-de-Lance" weight in the jeans, I will fall back to "Genes",the gift of predisposition,to screw up.