El Toro Prays Poem by Claudia Moline

El toro prays

Let me lighten your burden,
You, Little, Weak Boy,
You tiniest of tiniest,
Because I am strong.
Let me lighten your burden.
Were you ever born
You Innocent Boy?
Or is it that we:
The kitten abandoned
The sick in the ward
The forgotten, the hungry
The wounded in wars,
The sad, the alone-
Or is it that I,
A bull with a dagger
Stuck into my spine
In Spain anachronic-
Or is it that we,
The anguished, areYou?
Are we born in your manger
To carry your cross?
Do we drag it together?
Is it just only we?
Was your life a ' corrida'?
Is my battle yours
All over again?
I was born in a stable
I have carried a yoke
Up my Golgotha hill
And killing me now
Is your own crown of thorns.
Let me lighten your burden
You Innocent Boy
You, tiniest of tiniest
And -if I am not strong-
Will you lighten mine,
You tiniest of tiny,
You Little Strong Boy?