Arcos Angel
english Arcos angel divorced her quiet half
after seven years of butterflies
in Africa
when he was renovating a home
in a tight white myopic minded pueblo
full of poor greedy peasants
counting their pesetas
under low ceilings, behind Moorish doors with small openings for sabers stabbing
opposing onslaught weak weakened warriors forces
unrolling their bankrolled visions on interior geometrically perfect tiled walls
white crochet nimble fingers
lentils, brown bread, yellow cheese
old black and white portraits
of grandfathers from 1936 civil war years
feasts or famine centuries cover walls
eating grass soup
grandmothers doing their white
crochet handicrafts wearing fingernails
down to the bone into the lentil soup it goes,
under watchful framed wedding dress prop straits remembering how it was running the bull
beneath gladiolas spilling their blood
for tourist images
framed children kicking
a ball off spic n’ span white
walled fortifications of Christian church bells,
round crypts, plastic bleeding flowers blooming
rocky Roman roads, small tilled inhospitable fields,
wild lemons, oranges, expatriates looking for a deal
stealing
narrow corridors
lost in Andalusian Sierra wilderness
angel flew away to regain herself
at new homeopathic remedy elevations
along with vultures, griffins
catching free thermals
from dreary english weather patterns
in flip flops halter top leathered skin
manicured nails
necessities become luxuries