Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, ONE Night in Peru....
One night in Peru ...my FEET clutched the ground. My MIND...my mind wailed at the Sky! Seemed like the right thing to DO, Clutching, Aspiring, an endeavour, a REBELLION against forces beyond my control, ALL MEN, men with WILLS, enforcement, Democracy, Democracy AT their Will...who-s to argue, U, my MOM, my KIDS, my Community of future Social SLAVES...and who kisses the SPUR of the next Conquistador, latent, he dies of FEVER.
One night in Peru, do I put flowers on his Funeral pyre, this man, THIS CREATURE, AS his Successors arrive, do we say, THIS MAN, worthy, UNLOVED, amongst Us.... Did HIS GOD pray for him, or your OWN GODS, for your finery in the SHADE of our DIGNITY...Do your GODS sing... In OUR community, we gather, sit. A cooking pot.
One night in Peru. Oh the stupidity, the avarice of Man! The dead man-s ghost reflects in the faces surrounding our campfire. Yet when the fire is done...the Man is gone.
c2018,davedelacroix, sicily.
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