roberta artau


El Toro Prays - Poem by roberta artau

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, are You?
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?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 1, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, May 1, 2006


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