When salt blossoms

    Crystal flowers in the desert

    I will break off each petal.

When it’s snowing red snowflakes

    Like a bleeding god

    I will stick out my tongue.

When the crow turns white and the egret turns black

    Feathers scratching

    I will know which to scare.

When the crawfish whistles on the mountain

    As the water rises

    I will drown its whimpers.

When hell freezes

    Into a slick underworld

    I will skate over faces of the damned.

When gypsy children fall from the sky

    Their pockets jingling

    I will hold out my palm.

When pigs fly

    High above gored slaughterhouses

    I will drink in air they can’t defile.

When the moon turns blue

    Over the jagged treeline

    I will listen to your cheap prayers.

 

When Taleb’s black swan spreads its wings, I will forgive you.