Santa Fe

This beast lurches forward, I step back.
To where romance drips from ancient
Walls, through war torn-cobbled streets.
Where old souls feast on succulent history.

Sucking marrow from its bones,
I sink my life-breath into cobalt blue
Depths of lady night. I lay with her,
My future wife widowed.

The ancestral trumpet call of my fathers
Heart won't be ignored!
For the magma that stirs beneath me,
Is the same that burns within!

Creation and destruction in perfect harmony!
This carnal shell will crack, life-force freed.
Bury it here. Feed the flesh of my fellow man.
Cycle me, in this haven, eternally.

Esteban Luis Soto (c) 2003

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