The Way It Is, The Way It Was
By Cinara
The Way It Is, The Way It Was Dressed in summer’s dusty gown The centuries old Brazilian town So far removed from present day Still living the forgotten way The spoken word remains the proof Beneath a terra-cotta roof The way it was, the way it is Still living life as it was lived On top the hill ’gainst sunset sky A sihouette of deathly cry The sacred source of weekly food A bounded steer his future rued From dusk to dawn the beast is tied Aware that he’s the next to die The day was marked, the time is his To live his life the way it is The ritual stays the way it was The reason being, just because Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 12:21 AM PST 0 • 9
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