I read a book today.
A 136-page furnace
That seared my learned flesh
Of history to its core,
Unveiling The Man within.
His name was Gomez.
A grand wizard
With roots in Lisbon,
Newport and Curaçao.
He bore the cross
With pride
For all to see
But held his star inside
To worship secretly.
Under a Latin shield
He wove a gilded web
Over land and sea
Buoyed by curse of ham
And ivory.
He loaned the ship.
He sold the slave.
He ran the bank.
He owned the game.
His name was Gomez.
~ P
#HisNameWasGomez
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
I read a book today.
A 136-page furnace
That seared my learned flesh
Of history to its core,
Unveiling The Man within.
His name was Gomez.
A grand wizard
With roots in Lisbon,
Newport and Curaçao.
He bore the cross
With pride
For all to see
But held his star inside
To worship secretly.
Under a Latin shield
He wove a gilded web
Over land and sea
Buoyed by curse of ham
And ivory.
He loaned the ship.
He sold the slave.
He ran the bank.
He owned the game.
His name was Gomez.
~ P
#HisNameWasGomez
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