Candalario and Socorro played in the waves.
They camped beneath the palms.
They watched the orange-red ball
set in the west.
In the Plaza de Los Mariachis they were serenaded,
as they drank their margaritas.
They looked and nibbled their way
through Mercado Liberdad.
They dreamed and shopped,
with a journey to Casa de Las Artesanias.
They ate the food of Jalisco in Tlaquepaque.
Time stood still
and promised eternity.
And thus is pairing.
A working team is framed.
And work they did.
The house was built.
The crops were planted and tended tenderly;
and were harvested.
The goats had kids and milk.
The fruits became jam.
From the garden came the chilies and tomatoes,
Corn became masa and tortillas.
And children blessed the house
and grew like the corn.
Goat cheese, meat and produce
went off to market with Candalario.
Socorro worked and waited.
Prosperity made each market trip last longer.
Socorro became the farmer,
the goat herder and milker.
Waiting was longer,
the work harder.
Socorro became the only farmer.
And to the children,
Socorro became father and mother
She toiled alone day and night.
Candalario stayed away too long.
The play in the waves and
the songs of the mariachis
faded and were gone.
And then there was no return.
Sweat glistened on the arms and brow of the smithy.
The coals in the hearth glowed cherry red.
The bellows screamed: "destroy, destroy."
The cherry red turned blue with heat,
and the bellows sang: "revenge, revenge."
The coals were white with heat,
and they whispered:" I returned,
and will have you now!"
The smithy sent the steel hunk into the angry inferno.
The bellow sang and the coals popped their energy.
The metal turned white with heat.
The smithy's hammer shaped the steel.
Each bang turned the hunk into a useful tool.
Back into the hellish inferno
for more of the singing bellows and white fire.
Then with a hiss and a sizzle,
the steel became a tempered kitchen knife,
ready for the final polish.
A useful work knife,
Slowly the coals died,
and became death white ashes.
They no longer sang of angry revenge.
From their death a fine and useful tool was born.
Destructive intent, creative result.