Lament for Federico García Lorca

Man-child and maricón
In the hour before dawn
In the hour before dawn
By the ravine of Alfacar
With triggers bent by fingers
In the hour before dawn
Of men who could not read
In the hour before dawn
Your plenitude of death
In the hour before dawn
Did they hear your voice
In the hour before dawn
Soaring above the vega
In the hour before dawn
Like a bird of Andalusia
Beating back the darkness
In the hour before dawn
With light-tipped wings