The Conqueror

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Conqueror

 

 

 

 

She is the conqueror..
—a girl from the
Spanish conquest

 

As if dawning like
the sky, —instead of
conquering, she got
conquered

 

Indeed, ingenue and young,
If only we all knew
Carl Jung

 

Never faulted in our

fault-finding sphere,
the casuists called
her dear

 

Fragility of the heart,
too insurmountable
to be broken by concrete blocks
—that some called art

 

Hell no! (Millennials disagree!)
We are all just suffering

from anomie!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This particular poem is dedicated to a co-worker of mine.. in my third (current) part-time job in the US.