Last land of our souls


Last land of our souls


Farewell! Farewell my tiny arms!

The bell will toll no more,

for anyone!

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.


Eugenio Kaen