Chicano Poet

Monday, July 11, 2005

When Keats Lay Dying

When Keats lay dying like an eagle,
his thoughts took flight
on wings of wax

and found the face of God was dead.
His thoughts were shaped
like Elgin Marbles, parted from Parthenons,

the Acropolis was supporting crops,
the rows and rows of what we try to eat,
but can not swallow.

The sea rolling around in the Aegean,
square salt mingling with square sea,
Archimedes measuring the shadow of the sun.

When Keats lay dying like an eagle,
he looked up at the sky to feud
with the democracy of death.


At 8:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Eloquent, Reyes...Tender is the night..


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