A Thin Skin of Bullfight Dust

— the baptizers cage can wait
The exorcists medicine can try
— the sun falling needles on /
The water in tiger lines
One speck of skin / dust at a time
Every seven years / we become another
Time steals and stretches and retracts
We must measure and try
I’ve been a child / for long as a I remember
A thin skin of / bullfight dust
Chewing up the fright / covering the days