They cut off his left hand
"Now
know what is
the
pain "
They told before
of
I push
fell
few meters, lost consciousness and enough blood
the
sunbeams were living swords that stung your body hurt, abandoned in
deep ravine
pestilential
creature
attraction to
birds of prey
Smell, rotting skin,
dirty clothes, sweat, manure, burnt grass, all joined by wind
the man
and it was not
still breathing
the
truck returned, descended bullies, observed from above, pointed to
dying man
"Pieta"
he whispered
He received three bullets
the
echo
of gunfire and the honking
an
condor.