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SONG FOR GEOFFREY FIRMIN IN THE DAY
OF THE DEAD THERE IN QUAUHNÁHUAC
In memory of Malcolm “Delowry Tremens”
PART I
(In tune)

Geoffrey Firmin had a wound
Deeper than the Iztaccíhuatl
And the Popocatépetl
And to it the consul applied scotch
Habaneros mezcal and anise
Tequila beer or his aftershave.
So he fed his wound
And stoked the fire
That led him burning
Onto the parched streets
Of Quahnáhuac.

Geoffrey Firmin had a wound
Deeper than any volcano.

Geoffrey Firmin was a Penelope
Who waited weaving ethylic
Scarfs of sanctity
He unravelled every dawn
With cigarettes and more alcohol…

Geoffrey Menelaus Firmin
Swallowed all the seas
From the “PUERTO DEL SOL”:
Mouth of fire
All the way to the avernus “FAROLITO” anchor
Urgently searching for Helen
For the consul knew too well
That it is impossible to live
If one does not love.

Oh Yvonne Yvonne Yvonne



PART II
(Out of tune)

Geoffrey Drunk Firmin
Discovered all the beauty in the world
In an old woman of Tarasco
Playing domino with her cock
At seven in the morning in a cantina:
“How do you expect to understand
Unless you drink like me…?”

Evohé Evohé Evohé

Geoffrey Condemned Firmin
Walked down the way of the cross from seven to seven
Without Veronicas or Cyrenians
Only with his cold eyes
With his cold eyes
His cold eyes

Kyrie eleison Kyrie eleison Kyrie eleison

Geoffrey Shot Firmin
Was thrown down a ravine
And after him a dead dog

Oh Geoff Geoff Geoff

Geoffrey Dying Firmin
Convulsed in his breast
As if spurred
By the horsemen of death
And with an open eye
As if he were
“Completely drunk”
More than reading
He seemed
To want to write on the sky:

                                                 DO YOU LIKE THIS GARDEN
                                                           WHICH IS YOURS?
                                KEEP YOUR CHILDREN FROM DESTROYING IT!