Plaza de Toros
I called last night and wanted some input but knocked out a draft this morning. my endeavors at contemporary and modern poetry. You recent blog inspired it. Can you liable me for plagiarism? The last line I got from you. DAD
It’s just 103 degrees, sol or sombra?
Sombra costs more, the orchestra plays
I pay the man $5 dollars to keep me supplied
With Modelo and lime
My mood and the shadows lengthen
The Matador and his entourage enter
Like Caesar in triumphant
The Brave Bull bursts forth!
Bewildered! But unafraid
The Ritual begins, the dance,
The Passé Dobli, the Matador, clad in his
Suit of lights with its golden brocade
The Bull, regal and magnificent!
The flourished cape, the passes, the Oles!
Death is on the wind, blood glistening wet
Blood staining the Matador’s blouse and trousers
Blood and saliva drench the sand
What is this thing that torments it?
The matador turns his back to the bull
The tumultuous roar, the bravado
I am beside myself, lost in the moment
Torn between empathy for the bull
And cheering for the Matador
The duel is over
The Matador poses with sword to cheek
With a rush and a thrust, it’s over
The bull is still standing, not knowing its dead
The bull always dies