Kit Kelen #48 - alcazaba de Málaga

alcazaba de Málaga

at bells of twelve

as at all hours

turrets and fountains

smooth runs of water

from the heights

to which we tourists hobble

mindful of hip and knee

stillness in walls of the garden

days of it are to the blade

as storms are to the sea

for every stone

imagine hands

the sun pours sweat

from a jug

bakes dry

blood is once and for all

Phoenicians, Arabs, Catholic kings

republicans and fascists

the city down there

gives up the shaken snore

of one who wakes

from dream to dream

below

a theatre of the Romans still

and masks if you're not sure

which face to show

here is a view of the city till now

years come in their thousands here