rabid nurses, mouths foaming,
turn tourniquets into nooses,
mass hangings recorded by
an unblinking eye sprouting hair
triggers, the bullet is always
a home invader, wounds blossom
into a red meadow, windblown
bloodspatter coats my stunned face,
its expressions sold wholesale
to a cartel, now a husk of intravenous
twilight obscuring the fence-hole
to the catamcombs where tourists
feed mold spores like chia pets,
regurgitating swallowed shadows
for saints whose names were always
forgotten.