I wonder who walked
Here and what did they
Carry
Was it love,
And promises for life
Or something to bury
Did brides cross this square
And come back forever changed
Scenes of soldiers hurrying to war
With swords and bayonets
Aiming to maim
Fathers and mothers carry children
Fast asleep
Merchants
Hurry to their stores with
Time to keep
Assassins slink by
Deep in their cloaks
And jesters and acrobats
Tossed in the air
Making rhymes
Telling jokes
Were these cobblestones
Drenched with innocent blood
And some days covered thick
With brilliant snow flakes
Or deep mud
Eight crows line up all in a row
Small children run and skip
Just right over there
Skin their knees
And are comforted
By their French au pairs
The old and lame work
Trudge, to wear a grin and bear
Priests make awkward faces as
They practice their sermons
And lovers murmur softly words
With perfume in the air
Soft smiles turn into sighs
Heads and hands rest
On warm smooth thighs
That lead to the discovery of a
Butterfly

the apache kid