San Salvador (The New World) Poem

SAN SALVADOR - The New World

In the silences of a classical suite
on the sands of San Salvador
between sixteenth notes in his head
a young boy asks in a trebled tremble voice:
Them wing boats from heaven?
A man, gilded cross on his chest, answers:
Oro, where oro? Donde el oro?

At the crossroads of sea sky and sand
the unanswered question of a boy
burns with fuel of cane bagasse.

And so anthems of a new world begin,
sweetened in the trash of sugar cane.