Ernesto Cardenal

Tropical nights in Central America,
with moonlit lagoons and volcanoes
and lights from presidential palaces,
barracks and sad curfew warnings.
"Often while smoking a cigarette
I've decided that a man should die,"
says Ubico smoking a cigarette . . .
In his pink-wedding-cake palace

For Rafael Heliodoro Valle I set out from the Port of Acapulco on the twenty-third of March
And kept a steady course until Saturday, the fourth of April, when