A New Dawn Here, and somewhere else, perhaps, A few will steal with brackish feet To pierce the irony of the just On this day of crusted bread and Cheese that stings the tongue, Our nostrils twinge with fire But the air, saltpetre to the will, Brushes the insurgent breast Back into hiding As the rapacious dawn Of endless night, Creeping chameleon fluid, Clowns us into sleep And oh that night, that night – Once a tapestry immense That lay in wait for masterstrokes, Wild colours, mesmerising shades, Tumult that could rival Greedy stars for brilliance – Now reflecting the construction Of our diligence in nothing done But if we find a hovel for a Facet of expiring love Let our tenuous insignia, The charred upheaval of our clutching eyes, Give us away To those who turn by chance And in the distance glimpse A curiosity on the horizon And will bite their lips Despite themselves, Of benediction unaware ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, Wandering Bark, 2013 |