Poem: "El Zócalo"
This is the freebie for today's Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from aldersprig and an odd bit of Mexican history.
El Zócalo
The square in the heart of the city stands empty.
There was a statue there, once,
erected in honor of Señora Sabiduría
with her gold and red robes
and the Book of Knowledge in her hand.
When the people abandoned wisdom for dogma,
Señora Sabiduría came to life,
stepped down from her pedestal,
and stalked away into the the desert beyond the city.
The square in the heart of the city stands empty,
except for the abandoned pedestal ...
but sometimes, girls go walking in the desert.