The Poet Arrives in Havana (El poeta llega a la Habana)
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Warning: The video under this sonnet is not for the faint-hearted.
It seems when Lorca went to Cuba, he
Arrived in dreams and fantasy and not
In actuality. This helps us see
Him through Surrealism, not the hot
Things through Havana. He did not hear jazz
Upon a grand piano, woman in
A black sheath dress of sequins full of snazz
And heartbreak. Donald did not offer sin
Of wine or girls or coffee. Orchids did
Not line the streets, nor men who’d had their guts
Burned out, acetyline the flame, to bid
Their souls to heaven with pale blue fire cuts.
A criminal was not garrotted by
A cast iron bar constricting out his eye.
EXECUTION BY GARROTE (youtube.com)