The cavernous grandfather
Instituted the rain
Ratified the delay
Crossed himself
No one mourns him now
Perfumed himself
Twenty thousand leagues From virgins they came
Useless and naked
Mallow flowers
And the beret securely
On the bald head
Who saw the tonsure to the cavernous grandfather?
And the tent of miracles and the toilet?
In the tent that was a clear conjuration
The mallow flowers slowly wither
Slowly
Until you hear screams, morning