Taurus

 
1. Los Toros de Guisando stark pulses thread dark skeins of stone cold blood knits a secret life within them rock carved by prehistoric hands then slowly shaped by rain and snow waves climb time’s beach turn human beings into islands then sweep them away until only these stones remain Fighting Bulls The bravest destined to die head erect their horns’ crescent moon burnished to silver by the wind the tips sharpened to the electric blue of a razor blade braveness in the stance head and heart uplifted eyes open watching charging at shadows this metatheatre of sun and shade capa y espada life and death killing machines fit only to be killed Verracos flesh horn and bone carved out of granite three thousand years or more of history written in blood with the horn’s pointed pen this silent stone bellows no challenge yet the challenge is real enough and how we respond tells us who and what we are Casta casta: the braveness of the fighter fighting the fighting bull the cast dice that brought you here that dressed you in your suit of evening light en capilla waiting for that dark red sunset of your daily death Tomorrow And tomorrow is another day with another load of bull!