spanish poem

have we no shame?
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
stern cold man
high-born race
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
why are the things that have no death
over the river they beckon to me
when i returned at sunset
perhaps it is no matter that you died
there is no flock, however watched and tended
we lay
stir
over the river, on the hill