El Burro chants and coughs up globules,
Breathes like a juggernaut decompressing,
Steam exits through his nostrils. It’s a sign!
Monty and Victor are apart from their bicycles
and apart from themselves. The earth splits
and the cacti crackle. Another sign!
‘How does it go: “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the
plain?”’
‘That’s it, Victor, you’ve got it,’ says Monty.
The buzzard clouds shift and groan. The final sign!
The two friends don’t hear the calling.
they walk and sing the song,
don’t see the falling. No sigh. No sign!
