Chicano Poet

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Flor Y Canto

The allure of Alurista
seemed to be enough
when he dreamed-up the Aztec sun.

It was, indeed,
a Herculean literary effort,
from the ground up.

At that time,
Henry separated poetry from poetry,
the words dressed in Godiva.

But, Alurista kept the words
and their meanings
in the ancient pyramids.

The sacrifices were inevitable,
the feast on the table,
beating heart in mid-air.

The years have passed.
Now we’re either stuck
with Hispanic or Latino writers.

They, of course, can never be Chicano,
that’s why they fester
out in the open.