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.
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