mike hammer

a Spanish death
mike hammer

She spoke Spanish, out of the corner of her mouth
Out of the corner of the room
I was sipping coffee
I could feel it in my skin, sipping me

“coming through,” was the yell
Large barriers were laid down
all the while, the men were yelling

I was crying, out
Out of the corner of the room
she was crying, she was dying
in Spanish
a beautiful sound
a Spanish death
a beautiful death