Malaga in Summer
(C) Ted Kouretas 2018
El Toro was next to me
As the crowd got loud
Awestruck
No applause
El Toro stopped smiling
Fists opened
Shoulders terse
It was a sanctimonious afternoon at least
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“Muerte. Muerte” was heard in the background
Young Catalans feeling a victory over their oppressors
Their savage dictators
The people attacked the lads
“I’ll show you who’s dead, fuckers”
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Eating my spare ribs, I chuckled
I never thought I’d be able to say, in Malaga
“There was death in the afternoon”
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