Plaza del Torro

Beth Orton: Moon

Beyond the sounds
Of the fiesta rising
Coldness enters
The soft spring air

Defiant hoof routs
Disturbing
Sand soaked
Representation in red
Of how
The bulls of Spain rise in me
Chased around the arena
Decorated in
Dimmed colors
Once vibrant
On cracked adobe facade
Contain
A game played
A glory fade… d
Refusing to believe
The fix was in
Not for him
Or me
Not today

Defiant hoof routs
The slights
The spears
Pretenders picking
Sapping
Serving to anguish
To remind of death or
To recall life

Defiant hoof routs
El Senior
Matadord
Dances to distract
On legs
Razor thin
The bull knows
It has come this far
And it did not come to dance

Sharp horns lower
As defiant hoof routs
Before the charge