Verso de Barro

Singing the clay John
On the fence post
After the whole week
Of drizzle and downpour
Soaking poncho, hat
Gear and herds
Washing the sweat of the herds
In the eyes of this cowboy

I sought the rhyme in time
While the Sun beats down
That has been tormenting the reins
The lasso and the puller
Like a wild sitting horse
That can't be tamed by anything
Carding the muddy mane
On a fence post
Carding the muddy mane
On a fence post

This clay verse of mine
Marked the poetry with hoof
And at daybreak
It locked spur rosette
Splashing without delay
When I dismounted at the gate
It came out with the cinches
To roam the field
It came out with the cinches
To roam the field

And when I saddled the herd
In these restless stanzas
Marks of the complete mix
Of earth, water, and work
The jolt, the jolt of my horse
All dirty with longing
Makes history in ellipses
Releasing chunks of clay

And the clay pit remains firm
Always attentive to the service
Singing its commitment
In a ranch thatch towards the sky
Until some herd
In the pass of the marsh
A cowboy crosses
With clay even on his hat
A cowboy crosses
With clay even on his hat

The verse that still sings
At the time of unsaddling
Unbridles the reins
After some mishap
Leaving a muddy trail
Embedded in the refrain
Speaking of my roan
Changing the color of its coat

This clay verse of mine
Marked the poetry with hoof
And at daybreak
It locked spur rosette
Splashing without delay
When I dismounted at the gate
It came out with the cinches
To roam the field
It came out with the cinches
To roam the field

This clay verse of mine
Marked the poetry with hoof