Get me out of these clothes,
they’re bleeding all over me.
War is a retarded dog.
To each their own what’s
coming to them. Dogs
must be beaten with drum
and drumstick. Fire
becomes picture
perfect two-week old
smoke. Busride after
busride where I lived
after I was beheaded.

If gold heads were to roll, things would be dif-
ferent. Straw burns so quickly
and leaves such little ash.