Digging Pablo
They're exhuming Pablo Neruda
To put his old bones to the test
Determine if he was murdered
At the Capitalists' request.
They're exhuming Pablo Neruda
To examine his bones ‘neath a scope
And see if the poet was poisoned
Like John Paul the First the Pope.
They're exhuming Pablo Neruda
The poet of love and despair and
Ode to the onion and songs of devotion
To the woman with wild red hair.
They're exhuming Pablo Neruda
There's no rest for the weary it seems
From the prying forensic fingers
Of the world that choked out his dreams.
They're exhuming Pablo Neruda
On the same day that Dame Thatcher died
I cheered for the death of that hateful bitch
But for Pablo, the lover, I cried.
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Author's Note
In 2013 on the day Margaret Thatcher died the body of Chilean Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda, dead nearly four decades, was exhumed following allegations by his former driver that the poet was poisoned under Augusto Pinochet's dictatorship.
Neat little bit of history. Love the shot at old M.T. *