Count-Time Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

Count-Time

Rating: 3.2


Everybody to sleep the guard symbolizes
on his late night tour of the tombs.
When he leaves, after counting still bodies
wrapped in white sheets, when he goes,

the bodies slowly move, in solitary ritual,
counting lost days, mounting memories,
numbering like sand grains
the winds drag over high mountains
to their lonely deaths; like elephants
they go bury themselves
under dreamlike waterfalls,
in the silence.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard 10 January 2018

Nice poem, I liked the words. Elvis would have liked this

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Fabrizio Frosini 27 November 2015

'' the bodies slowly move, in solitary ritual, counting lost days, mounting memories, '' though not really original, it is a nice poetic image..

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Javier Zamorano 15 January 2010

Count time- a memory both distant yet always with me. Elephants traveling to bury themselves is a sad but also beautiful depiction of life. Thank you for the added colors to life.

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