Cavalos Calados

The thermometer read
The nurse confirmed
My apparent death, my luck
My shirt torn on my chest
Dripping diesel fuel

The clock alarmed
The TV announced
My death, black and white
Your luck
And your tape no longer sticks
A patch over my eye isn't enough
I’ve got another one between my hairy legs
Eyes and antennas sticking out

My pulse didn’t beat
The machine accepted
My apparent death, your luck
My throat without a voice

I wake up half-conscious
Between death and death
Remembering where I lost my bold tongue
Through deaths, through lives, through avenues
Through Hail Marys
Sung in chorus, on my guitar
Through the streets without ground
My body has two thousand and some silent horses