Our Lorca, Who Art in Heaven

Perhaps you can't escape what you were born to do...or suffer to.

 

Hallowed is your name

We only know you through books

Blessedly

You actually wrote them

 

Execution

By government

You and Jesus both

Died for love

 

But damn you

Didn’t you ever read the Bible?

About divination

And demanding to know the future

 

You had to go and speak it

Bodas de Sangre

Revealed

Like Ancient Dead Sea Scrolls

 

You damned me

Before I was ever born

Sent your precious son Leonardo

To me

 

Only to send him

Off to his precious Bride

Maybe I

Was the one who should have died in the forest

 

But you wrote it this way

For a reason

Perhaps

To enjoy my suffering

 

Put into my role

Made only

To have a rose embroidered on my leg

Only to have it ripped off

 

No longer

A little girl

Just

An abandoned Wife

 

Revelation

Has never

Been so

Painful

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

My saliva was greener after reading this.

[Marie Anzalone]

A fascinating look at the effects of a potentially great writer whose time was cut short. I actually had to look up your references to understand this, and I'm glad I did. Too many, far too many, gifted voices have been silenced in periods of turmoil. Obviously, the Blood Wedding Play had great effect on you. Kudos for writing such a wonderfully dramatic piece, and for bringing us a little into your interior world.

[Hello, Goodbye]

Loved the structure and overall momentum.. its was really well written..

[Drew Wade]

i think this is my favorite poem of yours. I really really like it. you sound genuinely sad about your subject.

You damned me
Before I was ever born
Sent your precious son Leonardo
To me

Only to send him
Off to his precious Bride
Maybe I
Was the one who should have died in the forest

those are my favorite lines, but there were like three other stanzas that I thought were really good too. I like the structure, with unrhymed bits, but four lines for everything. It gave it a sense of form in the void of your sadness.