(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
stuffed with tourists like a turkey
on thanksgiving day, packed
in the ass, rammed into the mount,
jabbering and throwing cigarette butts
on the ground, the giant statue
of the apostles, towering, stone
with metal mounted on top of hill,
surrounded by flash and pomp,
overlooking Santiago, the journey
coming to an end, the disappointment
building with each false pilgrim’s pass,
them wrongly shod, them without weight
on the back, them without carrying days,
them without penance, spiritual or ritual
or religious and from there on the mount
the joy becomes happiness and happiness
never stays too long to be appreciated.
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