Treasure Island

Richard Lord


Listening To Agujetas


Sing, old man, those true songs of fire,
Songs that were too old for this air
Before you yourself were ever born.
Hammer those words against the night
As, once, you struck at the forge,
Feeling the sting of sparks
Cry out in triumph from its fierce iron.

Let the feet of the dancers play them too,
Your anguished words, your dark-throated songs:
Hammers against the fire within,
Fire against night, night against despair.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 19, 2011

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  • Steve Chering (8/5/2009 10:59:00 PM)

    As an X Christian I feel that this poem is a non starter.
    A collection of sublime words not really belonging in any thinking order.
    Revealing the dark side of wordsmithery'

    But keep writing. It comes in the end. (Report) Reply

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