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


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.