Elio Del Tore
There goes the man that the town calls EL TORO;
they call him THE BULL for he is six feet and five inches tall,
three hundred and sixty nine pounds,
he did not have to fear any other man.
He walks kicking the dirt of the unpaved road,
breathing in the dust that he has lived on since young,
for this town is not fancied by brick or tar pavement.
The children call:
ELIO EL TORO!
The bull recognizes the young voices that call.
Mi nombre no es EL TORO ninos, es DEL TORE.
My name is not THE BULL children.
He replies to the small faces that do not listen, but instead,
climb his back and grub and nudge their dirty hands,
to see who could conquer the living tree.
Elio laughs at the tickling of their bodies around his
and pulls them off as they were fleas.
EL TORO!
LET'S PLAY!
The Bull laughs once again at the children chants.
The Bull is a peaceful man, a humble man, a man of good wealth,
but only the wealth you could feel from someone's heart.
His name only for his looks for he has no anger in him,
no irrational behaviors such as the animal that he shares the name with.
His sand skin sweats, as he continues his path of rubble and broken glass,
leading to a large yet still a shack of a home,
but still delights the face of people such as he.
For even though it has no fresh paint, and insulated walls,
it is still a shelter, a roof, a place to call home.
The Bull enters to kiss his mother, that rambles of the neighbors,
and their chicken in their yard.
Si Mama
Yes Mother he says and continues nodding to her rants.
He carries her out of bed and places her in her chair,
so she may watch the outside world that she could not walk.
Yes Mother
He keeps telling her, not truly listening...
But this time he's unintentionally listening,
the sounds of a child crying could be heard not far.
He excuses himself and goes outside to see a boy run towards him.
The boy reaching Elio, hides behind him and cries:
He's after me! The lone bull is after me!
And before Elio could question, there was the large black lone bull.
Eyes red from irritation, breath coming out hot from the sun,
the bull started to ready his charge at EL TORO.
Stay back
he said to the frightened boy as the bull charged.
The boy yelled covering his eyes...he slowly opened them,
when the quite sound of curiosity took over.
And there was EL TORO, pushing down the bull, making the animal sit and give up.
Passer buyers saw this and cheered him.
EL TORO!!
YOU SAVED HIM!!
He only smiled and said:
My name is not The Bull
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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