On Freedom’s Death Date

Gusts and whistles from the past

Moan inexhaustibly as

Timorous souls rub hands pityingly on a colossal sin.

Tranquilly avenging freedom’s failures,

Hidden men drum miracles on tin roofs

And bundles of faults granted charm.

Escorted on excursions with gods and

Vague women in an anxious country of assassins,

Secret friends and keen bandits are fishing for final pearls.