One Hundred Years of Solitude

corpses, woman corpses,
child corpses who would be
thrown into the sea like
rejected bananas. He
recognized only a woman
who sold drinks in the square
and Colonel Gavilán, who
still held wrapped in his hand
the belt with a buckle of
Morelia silver with which he
had tried to open his way
through the panic. When he
got to the first car he jumped
into the darkness and lay