BUBION, NEAR GRANADA , JUNE 27, 2004

 

 

This place is better

in the morning,

the coolness

and the finches

they feed each other

with kisses;

the mountains

wake up

with the sun.

I read about

Lorca and

his predictions

of his death

the day after

the poet

showed me

the remains

of hundreds

they found

during the diggings

of construction

seven years ago

the bones buried beneath

strong smelling

rosemary and thyme.

He told me,

nearly 70 years

after their murders,

pieces of these people

fragments of their

arms and legs,

ribs and wrists

still lay atop the earth,

and glisten in the sun,

after rain.

 

 

 

.