Lorca’s bones,
    Caserna de la Guardia Civil, Vizna

       Mercedes Webb-Pullman
In the dark courtyard
Lorca appears,
out of the rocks
that hold him.
 
He comes as ash,
as a puff of dust -
gusts spread him
over the land.
 
His tender pen
attacked giants.
By this final wall
something small began.
 
Out of these bones
we build him.


Mercedes Webb-Pullman,

IIML Victoria University Wellington New Zealand MA in Creative Writing 2011. Her work has appeared online and in print in New Zealand, Australia, Canada, USA, UK, Ireland, Spain, and Palestine, in Turbine, 4th Floor, Pure Slush, Swamp, Scum, Reconfigurations, The Electronic Bridge, Otoliths, Connotations, The Red Room Company, riverbabble, Kind of a Hurricane Press, and Cliterature, among others, and in her books. She lives in Paekakariki, New Zealand.

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