Treasure Island

Jimmy Santiago Baca

(2 January 1952 / Santa Fe, New Mexico)

Count-time


Everybody to sleep the guard symbolizes
on his late night tour of the tombs.
When he leaves, after counting still bodies
wrapped in white sheets, when he goes,

the bodies slowly move, in solitary ritual,
counting lost days, mounting memories,
numbering like sand grains
the winds drag over high mountains
to their lonely deaths; like elephants
they go bury themselves
under dreamlike waterfalls,
in the silence.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Javier Zamorano (1/15/2010 6:13:00 PM)

    Count time- a memory both distant yet always with me. Elephants traveling to bury themselves is a sad but also beautiful depiction of life. Thank you for the added colors to life. (Report) Reply

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