He was watching the parade:
the clowns, the signs, the trumpeteers.
He closed his eyes.
No matter, he heard the drums.
He opened his eyes a second time
and saw himself marching along,
but now to a different tune,
a martial cha-cha-cha.
and wet his pants.

There is little more to report.
The Daily Tribune records
St. Jude’s Celebration. Saturday
passed, and so too a man no one knew,
blessing the crowd as he died.