| Child of the Matador |
|---|
| Thirteen years |
| Inside your play |
| To rise one day |
| And find you dead |
| The world had fled |
| With much unsaid |
| My last paternal kiss |
| Thirteen years |
| I missed your touch |
| I missed so much |
| A life unfurled |
| That hand you held |
| That child you hurled |
| Against a razor fence |
| In mine eyes such hate did shine |
| Devoid of knowledge, ill-defined |
| Nurtured in protective lies |
| There is no conquest in demise |
| Nineteen years |
| Outside your play |
| I broke that day |
| And rose to feel |
| The distance heal |
| Drift now in peace |
| My last paternal kiss |
| A life unfurled |
| That hand you held |
| That child you hurled |
| Against a razor fence |
