Last land of our souls
Farewell! Farewell my tiny arms!
The bell will toll no more,
I won’t remember
the impetuous sun in the dark land
nor the ivory teeth set and
framed by your lipstick.
I’ll fall asleep once and for all
still lost in the doze that tastes of
gunpowder and steel in my throat.
One thunder, one rumble
forever my foes’ dread,
lead the fanfare of this
farewell to my dear arms.