During the Spanish Civil War, Federico Garcia Lorca died mysteriously in Granada

in the plaza

the fountain

no longer moon-white

as flesh on black silk


has fallen

into a thousand pale mouths

gushing the mind’s red flowers


birds fly

through the broken face

of day


dogs run               confused

down antique streets

their muzzles covered

with the slobber of war.


—Hal Gordy

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