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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Matanza to Welcome Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">for Pat and Victorio</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spread eagle sheep legs wide,<br>wire hooves to shed beams,<br>and sink blade in neck wool,<br>’til the gray eyes drain of life<br>like cold pure water<br>from a tin pail.<br>  (It kicked, choking on nasal blood,<br>  liquid gasping coughs<br>  spattered blood over me.)<br>Slit down belly, scalp rug-wool<br>skin away, pinch wool back<br>with blade to pink flesh, ssst ssst ssst<br>inch by inch, then I sling<br>whole carcass in bloody spray over fence.<br>  (Close to its face, I swear<br>  it gift-heaved a last breath<br>  from its soft black nose<br>  and warmed my nostril hairs<br>  as I sniffed the dark smell<br>  of its death.)<br>Mesquite in hole<br>boils water in the iron cauldron<br>which steam-cooks<br>hind quarters<br>on grill across cauldron.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Tonight I invite men and women<br>  con duende,<br>  who take a night in life<br>  and forge it into iron<br>  in the fire of their vision.<br>Aragon has gone<br>to the river to play his drum.<br>I hear the deep pom pom pom.<br>Round bonfire<br>Alicia squats, ruffles sheaf of poems,<br>while Alejandro tunes guitar.<br>Shadows dance round<br>stones that edge the fire.<br>  (In Alejandro’s boot<br>  a knife hilt glimmers.)<br>Their teeth gleam grease juice<br>  (as do those of the children, who play<br>  in the dark behind us).<br>There is fear<br>in the horse’s eye<br>corralled nearby.<br>  (Hear the drum on the Río Grande.<br>  Boom pom boom pom....)<br>Blood sizzles,<br>moist alfalfa in the air,<br>bats flit above the flames.<br>I toss a gleaming bone to spirits<br>in the orchard,<br>and Gonzales yells,<br>with his old earthen voice,<br>“Play, hombre, &#65533;Canta, mujer! Sing!<br>Sing the way the old ones sang!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Tonight life is<br>  lust<br>  death<br>  hunger<br>  violence<br>  innocence<br>  sweetness<br>  honor<br>  hard work<br>  and tomorrow I will go<br>  to church.<br>  But tonight<br>  I leap into<br>  impulse, instinct,<br>  into the burning<br>  of<br>   this moment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  (I commit myself! One moment to the next<br>  I am chasm jumper and silence is<br>  a blue fire on my papery soul. I construct<br>  out of nothing. I am air, am labyrinth,<br>  place with no entry or exit,<br>  am a smoking mirror.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Commit myself! Storms stroke my heart<br>  and destroy its neat furrows.<br>  My words are mule teams,<br>  that loosen, pound, hurl, out and up,<br>  and leave me standing in the open, naked,<br>  with star flame roar, life opening. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Commit myself!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear the two hands<br>bleed along the river beating<br>drumskins,<br>deep sounds of thu-uba,<br>of magic, despair, joy,<br>  emotions trance-weave through sound,<br>   thumba, thumba, thumba.<br>Follow drum,<br>  thumba thumba thumba,<br>  umba umba umba<br>  ba-ba ba-ba<br>  thumba thumba thumba,<br>hear hearts mate with earth<br>in song,<br>spiral toward death<br>  in its long thuuumbaa,<br>toward life again<br>  in ba-ba ba-ba.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound is stain on purity,<br>is cry of broken thing,<br>drum does not wither beneath bed,<br>but rises heart<br>  into newness around us,<br>all around us,<br>  come follow Follow the drum,<br>  thumba thumba thumba<br>    ba—ba—ba<br>  thumba thumba thumba<br>    ba—ba—ba,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">    of living!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jimmy+Santiago+Baca">Jimmy Santiago Baca</a><div class=q>
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Spread eagle sheep legs wide,
wire hooves to shed beams,
and sink blade in neck wool,
’til the gray eyes drain of life
like cold pure water
from a tin pail.
  (It kicked, choking on nasal blood,
  liquid gasping coughs
  sp..."></div>
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