How fast do you dig <br />when the sweet fat moon is climbing high <br />and the air is whispers in the trees <br />How fast do you dig <br />when you dig your own grave <br />how fast <br /> <br />How slow do you dig <br />when the stars are out and the men with the guns <br />stretch out on the grass. When they roll cigarettes <br />and they wait for you <br />how slow do you dig <br />how slow <br /> <br />When the young one offers <br />to roll you a smoke <br />how slow do you dig <br />how long is the night <br />how wide is the chasm <br />how deep is the grave <br />of a poet<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/federico-garc-a-lorca-2/
