2016Bluestone

To the Memory of Frederico Garcia Lorca Sal Buttaci I tuck your poems under my pillow the gasping ones you wrote with blood the August night they led you away and shot you dead in the dark courtyard

I tuck your last poems there safe beneath my sleeping head and wonder if in dreams you might recite the words to me I tuck them hidden far from those who still try to mute your poet’s voice as if your words were sharp enough to slice deep into evil hearts I tuck the magic of your cadences feel their rhythms dance against me feed the open mouth of hopelessness make all that is sad happy again I tuck the poems your Spanish tongue will never speak again, poems the wicked crushed beneath their heels the night truth died in a salvo of exploding fire

Sal Buttaci, who lives with his wife Sharon in Princeton, WV, is the author of two flash books, Flashing My Shorts and200 Shorts.

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