we heard news that garcia lorca's grave may be exhumed...

The crow is upside down on a branch dropping gold coins into the Guadalquivir...

how many times in your eternity have you been born speaking fingers as soft sticks in a warm garden of wet bones like a howling ghost through the hungry knives of red salt flowers on fire in the twilight of blue honey wrestling moon shattered rivers with glass wings in the thirst of earth's early trembling.

The crow is upside down on a branch dropping gold coins into the Guadalquivir...

-- l'aro


who calls my name?
i've heard that voice before
in the ants, the worms, the doves.
i have forsaken my skin
and i dance between dirt and sky!
i am your lonely little friend:
the smile you didn't know was coming,
the tearfall you tried to conceal,
the shiver you thought was divinity.
i've come back in the name of the father
to forgive the violence of hatred.
i've come back in the name of the son
to kiss the eyes of lovers.
i've come back in the name of the ghost
to soak the soil with peace.

-- el vikingo