There were women holding rosaries
On the day Manolete died
Teenage girls in soft white dresses
Standing silently respecting
Groups of boys held in their hands
The fragments of a shattered idol
The old men with their traditions challenged
Refrained from tears

Nick, nick, hook
Poles of wood
The Picadores stood eyes ablaze
To view brutal contest
In the vale of years

Courage unfailing
Agility exhausted
Youth entered challenge
Reached for t__le shelved

Our patrons in attendance
To disarm a common myth
Homage played to the victor of immortality
Is cloaked in bold tones

In the stockyards the beasts
Did climb their barriers
Bid by a frenzied ring
Bred for one purpose only
To die in man's sport
Dash against his spindle

Women holding rosaries
On the day Manolete died
Teenage girls in soft white dresses
Standing silently respecting
Groups of boys held in their hands
The fragments of a shattered idol
The old men with their traditions challenged
Refrained from tears
On the day, on the day Manolete died
On the day

An instant fell to wounding
On the day
Swords penetrating
On the day
Torches igniting
On the day
Flower wreaths encircling
The day
On the day

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