One Hundred Years of Solitude

leftovers of his false splendor
into a suitcase and crossed the
ocean in the hold of a ship
where immigrants were
crammed together like cattle
in a slaughterhouse, eating
cold macaroni and wormy
cheese. Before he read
Fernandas will, which was
nothing but a detailed and
tardy recapitulation of her
misfortunes, the broken-down
furniture and the weeds on
the porch had indicated that