THIS IS A POEM BY JOSE GARCIA VILLA.
God said, “I made a man
Out of clay –
But so bright he, he spun
Himself to brightest Day
Till he was all shining gold,
And oh,
He was handsome to behold!
But in his hands held he a bow
Aimed at me who created
Him. And I said,
‘Wouldst murder me
‘Who am thy Fountainhead’
Then spoke he the man of gold:
‘I will not
Murder thee! I do but
Measure thee. Hold
Thy peace!’ And this I did,
But I was curious
Of this so regal head.
‘Give thy name!’ –Sir! Genius’”
Leaving as heritage this islet this poem,
You and I, this country yours and mine,
This child dreaming on the edges of life.
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