LORCA

(Federico Garcia Lorca, Spanish poet killed by Franco)

When veins congeal

And gesture is confounded

Adhen pucker frowns no more

And voice's door

Is shut forever

On such a night

my bed will shrink

To single size

Sheets go cold

The heart hammer

with life—loud clamor

While someone covers up the eyes.

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Bars are given To hear the simence driven in Nailed down. ,%

And we descend now down from heaven

Into earth's mould down.

But vou—— You h0

Unbroken . when you lived Day shone fromxg your face Now the sun's rays search

And find no answering torch.