The Poet of the Sacred Heart Falls in Love with a Nonentity — Who Turns Out Even Worse:
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca
and Emilio Aladrén Perojo
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Lorca 
Two ears were big enough to sense the rhymes
Of future evil but they did not hear
The truth of nothingness in later crimes
The sculptor made. His love was a veneer
That hid his fascist-colored 
heart. The one
With crippled ears that let him down in love
Went lost in his depression but he spun
Out deathless lines that levitate above
The worse than empty sculptor and his heart.
The busts of iron-heavy men replaced
Perojo as sculptor
Poetic passion. True ribs fall apart
As rifles kill the poet, love disgraced.
The poet’s body falls to fill a ditch
But poetry attains its perfect pitch.
~ Phillip Whidden