Rebecca Ward: The Basque Llama Poet

I am the world’s Basque Llama poet.

I see Spain drinking the life from our region,

The Spanish getting high off the back of our pack animal legion.

I am Pushmi-pullyu

Wearing  separatist wool,

Como te llamas?

ETA bomb alpacas.

I make explosives from spit and ‘rabia’,

An Andes trekker

Cum vehicle wrecker.

I make Spain loco and scared,

The rogue camelid

With the tiny head,

The Basque Dalai

Con ándale,,

The castanet-or

With a detonator

I am devoted to Sabino Arana, even though he wasn’t no llama

But if you want less subversion and drama,

Why not give a badger a hammer?

-Rebecca Ward