Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 15 . . .
 

Mexican Drum Corps

     poem by Mel Goldberg
     art: Frederick Remington’s “Drum Corps, Mexican Army” 1889. Oil on wood. Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas.



Once you had glory, now you bang your drum,
And march through Mexico in sandaled feet.
You do not think about the hell to come—
The end of drumming down these dusty streets.
Then, with Juarez, you fought against the French—
A thousand years of war experience
Against some peasants in an unmarked trench -
To cleanse your land of foreign influence.
Now your name is forgotten, though your deeds
Live on. What though with patriots you lie
In lonely graves with flowers strewn?  The seeds
Of unborn soldiers take your place to die.
Thus it has always been, and so will be
Until each man, in his own way, is free.










After graduating with an MA in English, Mel Goldberg taught high school and college literature and writing in California, Illinois, and Arizona. As a Fulbright Exchange Teacher, he taught literature at Stanground College near Peterborough in Cambridgeshire, England.


Mel published his first book of poetry and photography, The Cyclic Path, in 1990. In 2001, he published, Sedona Poems, for the Sedona, Arizona, centennial. iUniverse published his first novel, Choices, in 2003. His stories and poetry appear regularly in print and online.


For six years, Mel lived in a motorhome, traveling throughout the U. S. and Mexico with professional artist Bev Kephart. He now resides in the village of Ajijic in the state of Jalisco, Mexico, south of Guadalajara on Lake Chapala.

© 2009 Mel Goldberg