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Amento, A poem

Updated on September 28, 2013

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We scream and fight here,

a telemundo ...

a passion play,

but hearts are gold,

good solid beans and rice,

Even the dogs fight here,

unable to hold back the wild-

the pitbull, the scent of blood

sets the wind to rattle cages

bones of chickens are sucked dry,

then tossed on hardpan

on the high desert,

to tell dark tales...

and saints are murmured at;

people moaning for favors

with Santoria

if one can quiet the mind

to listen,

you'll hear primordial songs-

of lizards and snakes,

heat shivering up and out of the

hearts lava flow,

and answered two times

by the sun, whose anvil rays

burn lessons of humility

to even the daring...

All here are hues of fire,

blood,

sunrise and sunset

what savage beauty

a convex mirror

of home...

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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Clark, are you O.K.? Hang in there/ Lily

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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      I took your suggestion, love yaz, lily

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Lily, Another killer poem! If I may suggest that "and toads" sort of interrupts he rhythm and lizards and snakes is so good.

      "Anvil rays" is a great image!