Blues
by Marco Katz Montiel / December 14th, 2025
Funny how we blew past the beauty
And just now we hold on to the wreckage
Bobbing among undulating blue waves
Looking up for the first time
At a sky so blue
Funny how just now I wonder
If I ever knew what I wanted to do
With the life I blew
And the lives of my son and daughter
Could we begin anew?
Roaring aircraft painted blue
Blew our boat to bits
So here we wait for rescue
Me and this other guy I never knew
Wearing a shirt emblazoned Equipo Azul
They will not kill us now
That would make them the criminals
Turn us into heroes
Funny how we could become heroes
But I do not want to be…
Marco Katz Montiel composes poetry and prose in Spanish, English, and musical notes. He went to college late, and then alienated one university by publishing about bigotry on campus and got kicked to the curb by two others for his union activities. Still, Marco managed to graduate and even publish a book on music and literature with Palgrave. His essays, poems, and stories appear in
Ploughshares,
Jerry Jazz Music,
English Studies in Latin America,
Copihue Poetry,
Camino Real,
WestWard Quarterly,
Lowestoft Chronicle,
Dissident Voice, and in the anthologies
Cartas de desamor y otras adicciones,
There’s No Place, and the
Capital City Press Anthology.
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This article was posted on Sunday, December 14th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
