19º 03' N 98º 12' W
Baroque: perhaps at its finest
Santo Domingo weathers the rainy seasons greening sky
the Cathedral stands in solitude
no bells shall ring tonight
Nothing but dust
the bones of Catarina de San Juan
lay below our feet
her spirit whips amongst the wind
Talavera tiles: fingerprints of those departed
history incapable of being washed away
In the midst of the rising curving road—
struck by the nakedness of this rolling land
Knowing soon we'll be gone
but she shall remain
with arms open and vast
waiting to push us back into the futile past
Rain pours down and washes away
any remnants we may have left here today