Voice

Yo vi mil Garzones que andavan cantando
Por aqui volando haciendo mil sones

It’s always the ones you cannot sing alone
that stick to your tongue and refuse to be scraped
off on a molar. And the government
shall be upon his shou–and the government shall
be upon his shou–and the government shall be
and you are gasping (WONDERFUL! COUNSELOR!)
and laughing at the release of the four voices
all coming together, Sybil saying one brief prayer
at breakfast, over oddly liquid oatmeal,
please god, congeal. Congeal.