What’s up with the birdcage newspaper a corridor of crimes and protests the layering will become as grotesque and limp as veils in a closet still covering the heads of the devout imagists the palm leaf waving like a jester in the queen’s court fanning her majesty because it was the winner whose head we chopped off and the criminal we made a circle around gripped hands desperately and yelled his past good deeds at him a violence of contradiction after which he was condemned to a life as a modest well-behaved man that was his punishment for sacrificing his mother a life without mistakes a heaven with no hell america with no enemy who cares enough to tear her to shreds
