Death of an Oaxaqueñian

Malcolm Lowry

So huge is God’s despair

In the wild cactus plain
I heard Him weeping there

That I might venture where

The peon had been slain
So huge is God’s despair

On the polluted air

Twixt noonday and the rain
I heard Him weeping there

And felt His anguish tear

For refuge in my brain
So huge is God’s despair

That it could find a lair

In one so small and vain
I heard him weeping there.

Oh vaster than our share

Than deserts in New Spain
So huge is God’s despair
I heard him weeping there.”