Francois casts the devils
songs with his nail-less finger,
swishing them quickly, muttering,
hands in his bohemian coat.

Droplets tame the roofs' crows
and a surrealist dies in the hills,
in the trench,
careening ambulances, muttering
hands on this wooden wheel.

The rain claims the stone tower,
muttering on your scooter, a
keen delivery,
collapse,death.