My friend

The mortar is dried and I smile as I sip my glass of Amantillado.

I look at the dried bricks and smile very soft.

So sorry, Fortunato.

Has God found favor with you? For your sake have you found heaven?

Wondering what he looked like now I tip the glass to the last brick I placed that hid his silly traitor eyes from the world.

Should I open your beauty? My friend?
Should I show you to the world again?
Should I bestow upon you my well wishes?
Or let you sleep as you do.

I am not very sorry. And I say again,

Yes -for the sake of God go I.