CORTEZ ON MY MIND

CORTEZ ON MY MIND

by John M. Morton — June 2003©

Cortez sailed the vortex,
Landed on my cortex.

Found my shore,
Nothing more.

My sandy beaches,
And shadeless reaches.

Nothing farmed,
Nothing harmed.
No alarms.

No naked pagans.
No exotic spices.
No gold.

Backed his pack.
Left no track.
Came on back.