One Hundred Years of Solitude

chickens for the endless
parties that the ground in the
courtyard turned black and
muddy with so much blood. It
was an eternal execution
ground of bones and innards,
a mud pit of leftovers, and
they had to keep exploding
dynamite bombs all the time
so that the buzzards would
not pluck out the guests eyes.
Aureliano Segundo grew fat,
purple-colored, turtle-shaped,
because of an appetite