Fascists seize his curly locks
stand him up for Franco’s
firing squad cocked to kill urges crossing boundaries
bullets fly
to make Garcia Lorca’s body dance
Riddled corpse, shoveled in a shallow grave,
riddle me this:
What’s dirtier than a socialist?
A poof
one sin hides the other
I see AOC she
wears hoop earrings
smiles red lipstick
talks Green New Deal
OMG Chiquita
have you gone bananas
neglecting your emotional work
bringing Wall Street down?
What’s more frivolous
than a socialist?
A flirt in a skirt
one sin hides the other
Malcolm, Martin made a fuss but
no one aimed the blunderbuss
until
they uttered blasphemy:
racial unity means
economic equality
It was decided
some must sleep
that others be not woke
What’s more dangerous
than a socialist?
A rabble-rouser
one sin hides the other
so no poet dare shouts socialism is democracy
lest bullets make Garcia Lorca’s body dance again
This poem by Mike Wilson recently appeared in Hitchlit Review, Vol. 3, Issue 2, Autumn 2020
