Say that an old man in his garden
considers the mysteries of clover and vetch
while a helicopter passes overhead
scything the afternoon air.
Say that he has known these things before:
clover and vetch, helicopter and the ditch
again and again into which people fall.
His memory is perfectly clear
and serves no good, no purpose
at all. He has seen things before
(the fly in the bottle,
the indeterminate will).
Santa Muerte, Saint Death,
we pray to you to swallow our breath.