The Fourth Wet Shroud

The fourth wet shroud
To cover this face
To snuff out breath

The worst three
The first three
Wet with suffocate breath

The fourth wet shroud
Will put me down
Bury my breath

The soil breaks
The clouds break
Roots of Babie’s Breath

The fourth wet shroud
Slowly eaten away
Slow humid breath

Down, down, down
The spirit goes down
Or rises in saintly breath

The fourth wet shroud
The first three
The worst breath