Following La Triste Noche

When Senor Cortez cried

beneath the tree, wept

for greedy soldiers

whose stolen gold sank

into brackish waters;

what destiny brought

him back upon us

to kill with disease,

with hunger and canons

except the fate that brought

Mexico to these far hills

where she learned to sing

Irish ballads.

 

 

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