Aspiri, Cuckold After I got out of prison I spent the rest of my life in Merida And came back to Chetumal to die. I couldn't forgive; I wasn't happy, not that I wanted to be. I threw away my honor And a possible career in engineering: Two wounds deeper than hers, Two blows that struck the chest with more force; And for the Chetumal gossips A scandal that filled my soul with muck. And my consolation: When I died, having spent fourteen years in prison, The necessary and indifferent payment for her death, She'd already spent thirty years in hell.
Translated from the Spanish by Kathleen Snodgrass