Ode on an alley cat, Granada, Spain

Lorca, he say, miaow.

Actually, he didn't.

He fixed them with his glittering eyes despised

and said nowt, nothing.

Even when they shot him in the groin.

No matter.

Anarchist spirit strong 

and long enduring way, way, way beyond

this earthly brothel,

where men kill men and women grovel.

Shame, shame burns our ignorance and confusion.

Blew his brains out they did.

But mind never sleeps.

No pasaran.