He knew he still had time

before the execution; for this he

lay flat on the concrete floor

to feel the freshness of the underworld

where the souls freeze at night,

hardness of the cement

on his flesh resembled a door

tightly shut over his big body.

Suddenly he turned to the corner

where I stood keeping him

company and laughing

a hasty laughter as if

warming up to the important

conversation  he planned

to have with death and grabbing

his bag and throwing it over

to me as if settling his last affairs,

then, using his palms, he sealed

his ears as the chanting chaplain

came through the open door