Saeta of the Procession
(a saeta is a brief, improvised
gypsy song, associated with
the high emotion of the
Holy Week processions)
Once a year
O Santiago
we gather here
for this farrago.
Our sandals wear
the same old track -
once round the square,
then shuffle back.
With sinners' cones
on every head
we gaze on bones
of saints long dead
we hum and strum
and ring and sing
but don't accomplish
anything.
This stop and go,
it's all in vain -
the static flow,
the Dance of Spain.
Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017
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