The great spirits are going,
going with a handshake mirror,
going with an abyss in the heart
or a screaming error,
going with a poisoned collar,
a hanging neck that is
the mark of death,

The great spirits are coming,
coming with a valued remorseful wail,
coming with a punched-up glossolalia,
dropping change and paper to a swift bucket,
with a slithering gown red
that holds the circuitry of origin
in the building of an accident world.