The rebellious dwell in a gentle breeze, a calm passage blowing
     in the right direction.
Rock piles itself against the door. A pair of oars promises land.
     A prison escape on a ladder of bones.
I show signs of irascibility. My love totters on the back of passionate
We inherit the heads of laborers. No tombstones in the country
     of cannibals.
The belly of the man who predicts the winning numbers menaces
     the goodwill of beggars.
When the flood recedes, the sea’s rich with frogs. A struggle
     for bread afflicted by cleaving.
An arbitrator distributes sweets to thousands, and by degrees
     the rowdy begin to dwindle.
Women and glass undo slander, delicate bits of flung affection.
     It’s a sight worth seeing.