8:00 am
Up and about
1
Last night,
a cataract of flame
flowed down
the cathedral wall.

A black wooden bull
danced in the square,
sparks struck fire
from his horse-hide hair.
A red speck on my shirt
burned through to my skin.
Today
a heart of fire
burns in an iron barrel:
who will be chosen
for the daily sacrifice?
2
A sharp blue guillotine
poised between buildings:
the morning sky.
Scorched circles,
open mouths:
wide-open butterfly eyes
burn holes in the crowd’s
dark cloud of a face.
A street musician
stands in the shade
beneath the arches
playing a marimba.
The sun tip-toes
a sombre danse macabre
across bamboo keys.

Sunlit bubbles float
dreams across the square.






