Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías
At five in ternoon.
It ly five in ternoon.
A boy brouge s
at five in ternoon.
A frail of lime ready prepared
at five in ternoon.
t h alone.
ttonwool
at five in ternoon.
And ttered crystal and nickel
at five in ternoon.
Nole
at five in ternoon.
And a ted horn
at five in ternoon.
tring struck up
at five in ternoon.
Arsenic bells and smoke
at five in ternoon.
Groups of silence in the corners
at five in ternoon.
And t!
At five in ternoon.
of snow was coming
at five in ternoon,
wh iodine
at five in ternoon.
Deathe wound
at five in ternoon.
At five in ternoon.
At five oclock in ternoon.
A coffin on wheels is his bed
at five in ternoon.
Bones and flutes resound in his ears
at five in ternoon.
Nohrough his forehead
at five in ternoon.
t h agony
at five in ternoon.
In tance the gangrene now comes
at five in ternoon.
hrough green groins
at five in ternoon.
the wounds were burning like suns
at five in ternoon.
At five in ternoon.
A fatal five in ternoon!
It he clocks!
It ernoon!
I see it!
tell to come,
for I do not to see the blood
of Ignacio on the sand.
I see it!
the moon wide open.
ill clouds,