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Estralita dances
she sat alone at a table in the smoky cantina. her eyes &
her tits flirted with all of us as we watched from the bar,
we seven fortune hunters.
but six weeks ago, we were twelve who set out for the hills.
we were sick with gold fever, & we would pillage & rape the
ground, the streams that would deny us of our treasure. the
merciless sun & heat beat us like a whipmaster, & five of
our legion perished under the strain. we buried them & prayed
words from Chulo’s ragged bible over their graves.
the nuggets we found were small, brilliant when we washed
away the mud, but there were many. we survivors would be
rich men.
thoughts of gold & the misery of the hunt fled from our heads
as we crumbled under the spell of Estralita’s sultry beauty. we
tossed her a nugget, hoping she would remove her peasant
blouse & dance for us. as gold fire sparkled in her eyes, she
mounted the table, & swayed like a heathen mirage.
her bare feet moved without friction across her stage. her
‘danza’ was a completely new mystery: no woman had ever
danced before. the burning in our bellies would surely
incinerate us.
what we desperate men might do to this passion flower made
me ashamed to be a human, but proud to follow my erect
penis to the fiery pit of this glorified woman.
as we suffered for gold, men would suffer for a beautiful woman,
a woman named Estralita.
but tonight, she would suffer for us…
Published 23rd Apr 2013
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25th Apr 2013 6:36pm
I like your poem very much. You have a gift for using images, then following them up with explanation: like in "& rape the ground." And you picture fits in exactly with the poem. What I don't completely understand, though, is why "tonight she would suffer for us." You are a remarkable poet and I thank you for sharing this with me, fellow poet.
marcella1
marcella1
26th Apr 2013 2:24am
thanks for your interest. that line indicates that the men, in their desperation, might not be so gentle with her...
Anonymous
27th Apr 2013 12:44pm
I like this one reminds me of something. Thank you for your comments too John.
3rd May 2013 4:13am
John, I love the line, "prayed words from Chulo’s ragged bible over their graves." which shows so much. The best of your work always seems to have like a cinematic feel to me. Also dug "swayed like a heathen mirage." and "the burning in our bellies would surely incinerate us."
My only nit pick is I don't know if pride is quite the feeling I get from " proud to follow my erect penis" especially given the hell the boys had been thru but thats just my take. All in all a very nice job!
My only nit pick is I don't know if pride is quite the feeling I get from " proud to follow my erect penis" especially given the hell the boys had been thru but thats just my take. All in all a very nice job!
29th Jan 2014 2:43am
The worth of Gold is my ecstasy.. Mmm..to be filled with so much Fuckery. .. Can you imagine?
