Chicano Poet

Friday, January 28, 2005

The Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere

The young poet would go on
to create a language
that would become

the choice of those
who could stomach
the long, painful journey

of creating living things.
Arms here, legs here,
a pounding heart right here.

No mistake about
what you are trying to say,
and whom are you saying it to.

(The soldiers get back
from the European war
my uncle bringing back

a German bride.)
The young poet
grown weary of his castle

moved to the sanctity of Boston.
Paul Revere warning
of his approaching poetry.


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