At five in the afternoon


It was exactly five in the afternoon


A boy brought the white sheet


at five in the afternoon


A frail of lime ready prepared


at five in the afternoon


The rest was death, and death alone


The wind carried away the cottonwool


at five in the afternoon


And the oxide scattered crystal and nickel


at five in the afternoon


Now the dove and the leopard wrestle


at five in the afternoon


And a thigh with a desolated horn


at five in the afternoon


The bass-string struck up


at five in the afternoon


Arsenic bells and smoke


at five in the afternoon


Groups of silence in the corners


at five in the afternoon


And the bull alone with a high heart


At five in the afternoon


When the sweat of snow was coming


at five in the afternoon


when the bull ring was covered with iodine


at five in the afternoon


Death laid eggs in the wound


at five in the afternoon


At five in the afternoon


At five o'clock in the afternoon


A coffin on wheels is his bed


at five in the afternoon


Bones and flutes resound in his ears


at five in the afternoon


Now the bull was bellowing through his forehead


at five in the afternoon


The room was iridiscent with agony


at five in the afternoon


In the distance the gangrene now comes


at five in the afternoon


Horn of the lily through green groins


at five in the afternoon


The wounds were burning like suns


at five in the afternoon


At five in the afternoon


Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon


It was five by all the clocks


It was five in the shade of the afternoon