Amor Fati
Ask any given Matador
on any given Sunday
where the dagger will fall
where the bull will lay
Ask them with a fool’s grin
when, and what calendar day
the stage will swallow them
as lovers wail for them
while on the red earth, they lay
“Some things are certain”
the Matador might say
“any moment may take you
on any given Sunday”
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I like the rhythm of this poem. Sounds like music.
Ole!
Agree with Sylvia– great rhythm in this poem:
Ask any given Matador
on any given Sunday
where the dagger will fall
where the bull will lay