Spain, nineteen thirty-seven. br We pass five graves: a nun, br four altar boys who'd done br nothing to enter heaven br br decades before their time, br but be the victims of rape. br Red bullets, crimson tape, br are bedfellows to the crime. br br A black patch on one eye, br Fernando coughs to begin. br Grief burns his cheeks and chin, br and then he tells me why. br br I swear I can still hear br his voice amid my thoughts: br 'For this we fired two shots br into the faggot's rear.