I'm floating like a bubble rising weightless in the steam Flying over arid bog and blackened mountain stream My body down below sucked into the undertow A spongy, brittle animal, it rides the overflow
The curandera prays from a book of common prayer Cajoling my ghost with her muddy hands and hair Her holy water pours into white and rolling waves A black hawk sweeps the sky above my tenement of clay
Her hands of light and ether distil the autumn rain My semi-liquid carcass, my effervescent frame A flayed and open torso spilling sand and grain Whirlpool crater gurgling, she dissolves this life of pain.
