Fatima Mansions (The)
Greyhair
Greyhair fool, shoes undoneThe fields aheadLeaves black as coalLandmark-free, no walls, no treesto greet him on this night of his returnSo who will love this lie on legswho can't change skin and is not yet dead?The universal foreignerThe homeless greyhair sonScrambles blind up muddy slopethen silent shakes before rusty gatesThere's a house, its roof caved inA rusty wreck of carA lightning-blasted treeand a man who says, "So here you are--the boy who broke the plough,who struck his father down,who told us to be damnedand betrayed us to the Englishman!""Who will love this lie on legs?On paving-stones I've made my bedNot a living soul now speaks my nameLetras de cancionesbut here at least I have my shameI thought to come and taste once morewhat the priestly fables all ignore:the un-eternal consequence," says the greyhair sonGreyhair fool, shoes undoneHilltop at dawnNow hews his ploughWind blows onThe soil is poisonHe sets to work, he and his ploughFinal union--He and his plough
From Letras Mania