Barter, Bait Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Barter, Bait
Montezuma's tomb hides treasure hold,
or dust some Spanish pride parade would spade?
Beauty, barter bait, alluring gold,
justified atrocity crusade
conquistadors concocted. Soon, slave sold,
nation fell from grace, its customs fade.
Nothing can escape Time's stranglehold
for what remains of Cortez' cavalcade,
white plumes, bright armour, in cold grave are laid.
(8 August 2007)
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