I pounced on the pavement and chipped a tooth,
and as the wind whirled by clouds, earth and sky,
I was dazed for a bit, then I saw truth
rip up from a crack, right before my eye:
The vision was as such: I saw new shoes
on a pantsuit, with no brandname attached,
and I saw Patience Incarnate refuse
to make a mistake, and it flailed unscratched:
I saw a green piece of glass look like light,
and I saw the flesh of my corpse fall off,
as schoolkids took up rocks so they could write,
I saw my meat slide off, as snakes do slough:
Maybe I was born again, maybe not,
but I'm patient and bones and words still rot.
