An ex-soldier about to succumb to exhaustion on the isthmus.
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I wouldn’t be surprised if one of these days locusts don’t fall from the sky
I wouldn’t be surprised if one of these days the putrid river runs red with blood
Every day a purgatory, pushing all nature away, piling all the wood from the jungle to a fort
I want to know if I’m truly alive or if I’ll see heaven soon
None of the ships call in at our port to trade, we’re an isthmus-based pariah
600k raised by the company: they might have well set it all on fire
Trading potential irrelevant in torrential rain much like our ministers
You don’t have to be ordained to see the punishment in the bounty of the land, in the corpses piled high
The palour in the faces palpable, resignation in the eyes inevitable
The boats have cannibalised, veracity shot: all we tell are lies
Walk with leaden feet, collect more scraps of pity: the natives aren’t all that bad
The same can’t be said for the Spanish or the English: both are our tormentors, both are our nightmares.
Sunshine ray hope another expedition soon, they will augment our effort, our Sisyphean task
I hope they bring some ale, some respite from this world. I hope it’s the northern stuff: strong and hearty
If I can just manage one day more of struggle, effort and denial they will sail into shore
I hope this is the real life, even if this is purgatory, Lord, I can’t take any more
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