Anne Frank and Federico Garcia Lorca In Heaven

Anne Frank and Federico Garcia Lorca In Heaven

Federico got there first. 
Despite the fact that there were already many there
Whom he had loved, 
He was lonely.
He got in the habit of taking long walks by himself.
He looked like he was looking for something
He’d lost on earth,
Beating around in the bushes.
Then Anne appeared. 
Very thin, but joyous.
Everyone loved her immediately.
She began to accompany Federico on his walks. 
They spoke in their own languages, 
But understood one another perfectly. 
In a treehouse they discovered one day,
He drew her little pictures that delighted her,
And she wrote him little stories.
They had crushes on the same boys.
Unbuttoning his shirt to show her
Where he’d been shot,
They discovered the wound
Had turned into a colorful swirl
Like paint smeared on a pallet. 
Meanwhile, the men who killed them
Sat together in the cafeteria of hell,
Their elbows on the table,
Shoveling into their mouths
Forkfuls of ashes.