The sun has already just set You said And behind it the moondfaced disc Blue; pearl; white: opaline mouth Sack of hopes, of dreams, of fur Catching the moths that Trail dust in the dusk Caused you to open alone and sign Goodbye to us all in the white room In the eyewhite, skullwhite room In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth Hid under concrete and cruelty Credo quia impossibile est That the dead rise, rise, rise And in the blink, in the twink Of your eye, Santa Rita, I saw you dart, dark as an eclipse Whilst the twilight made a rainbow All around your passing And I saw and was saved