A poem so rich with allusions. La Santa Muerte subverting the innocence of La Santisima Virgen de Guadalupe. The knife sliding through the joints reminds me of a Taoist poem–I’ll try to look it up. The poem I’m thinking of speaks of a Taoist butcher who cut up carcasses by knowing intuitively where the right place to cut was. And coming upon the sleeping men reminds me of the effeminate David sneaking into the manly man Saul’s camp, murdering each soldier while he slept.