Convict
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
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