A dance of death, upon this year’s day of the dead:
Bull with capote de brega in cold blood red
Under the Volcano and colour blinding sky
Lustful for sangre onlookers ask: who will die?
Llanto por Ignacio Sánchez Mejías,
For a dead bull, where were poet Lorca’s tears?
Infernal machismo’s death in the afternoon
Gallant glory or gutted, gory: blood pours soon.
Horror of a bull fight, The Disasters of War,
Toro defenceless against the armed Matador;
Endeavour to ban this bloodthirsty so-called sport
Remember the dead torito: spare him a thought.