Andalucia

by

Ed Hanson

Andalucia lies sleeping,
Dreaming of past glories and nightmare defeats.
Scoured and scorched by the ebb and flow
Of the different names of God.
Oceans of ancient blood spilled, reborn
In green-yellow olive oil.
Beautiful Andalucia, now at peace
Sleeping beneath new layers,
Modern highways and tourist tenements,
Criss-crossed by buses of foreign tongues,
Bustling taxis, souvenir shops,
And small foreign cafes.
Your own flavors drained away
Into the bloody sands of history
And eaten by sheep.
Proud Andalucia, your people
Have not forgotten you.

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