Buenes Aires

Buenes Aires
Argentina
a writer sips
the word cantina
Spanish blood
gaucho pride
continental Europe
immigrant tide
independence knew
Juan Peron the killer
who saved a shoe
his only memory of the disappeared
government soldiers police feared
30,000 separate stories
special living glories
tortured murdered
scattered in fear
no one here
lovers parents searching
everywhere
no one there
tango on the street
music a warm gun
Peron is dead
the memory overrun
the names of new flowers
singing and dancing
Mercedes Sosa for hours and hours
alive in any language you desire
the ticking clock strikes like fire
Buenes Aires
where too much love will kill you
when you visit and want to stay
the Teatro Colon will thrill you
you'll throw your past away
Buenes Aires