Che and me (many encounters)

There’s no denying

Life amidst the trees did not do for you

Nor did the  

poster filled room , of rock bands ,

poems &  photos of Cuba

for me

The day when hordes invaded

Hungry flames  , black smoke

Blood on the street

You hung from my wall

(In white background , black frame )

And proclaimed

“A small price to pay for a greater cause”

You che

With your mystique

Green barret

& Rolex

You said that

And I, may be  naïve as I was

believed you 
almost

May be it was in another life ago

May be it was a day more

Though in the forest  it brews

The autumn breeze carries the scent of a revolution to the city

Be it Havana , Beijing, Moscow, Caracas or Colombo

revolutions quintessentially are urbane things
born in the hearts  of  working men

Yet needs a city to draw air to breathe
to settle  in to lifestyles

much alike the T shirt with your face sketched
on the young man singing Beatles' songs
in the Metro

 The day I stepped out

still embriatted with the sermons

I remember  asking  you Che

How will this end

will it change this time

You said

I don’t know padre

for I am already dead.

May be it was 10 years  ago

May be  it was a day more

  

Strolling down the memory lane

 in the souvenir shop

under the amber glaze 

on a match box I saw your face

there you were  , Che
in Mao’s town
 , stacked  between Mary Jane  ,&  Sophia Loraine

“40  for six

The matches come free “
the sales girl said

Yet , I walked a way

for  

 it felt a tad too much

to pay
for a revolutionary
(so I got a tattoo instead)

May it was weeks  ago

May be it was a day more

PS: Che, for me was a Hero. An enigma . A fad. And now settled at as an interesting concept.
The photo credits to an unknown photographer and good old google.
This piece is still work in progress, so any suggestions are most welcome