One Hundred Years of Solitude

this for the sugar which
sweetened less every day, and
this for the lumber which was
still wet from the rains, and
this other one for the paper
and the colored ink to make
tickets with, and what was
left over to pay off the winner
of the April calf whose hide
they had miraculously saved
when it came down with a
symptomatic carbuncle just
when all of the numbers in
the raffle had already been