SHE WOULD BRING HATRED INTO HEAVEN

SHE WOULD BRING HATRED INTO HEAVEN 

WONDER MAKES US INNOCENT 

FLESH THE BRIDGE 

A SNAIL’S PACE IS TOO SLOW FOR THE RACE 

300 YEARS WITHOUT A PAYDAY 

THERE IS AN UNDYING AND UNDERLYING HATRED IN EVERY MARRIAGE 

EACH MAN IS AN ISLAND – YES, I KNOW--- ALL THE BRIDGES, 

HELICOPTERS, YACHTS AND SKIFFS OF SIGHS AND FLESHLY 

LONELINESS CANNOT SUFFICE TO SPAN THESE DISTANCES 

THAT STRETCH LIKE NARRATIVES OF DOOM 

THERE IS A SAVAGE SOLILOQUY 

UNSPOKEN AND DEPTH-HIDDEN IN THE SOULS OF MANY MEN 

I TRIED FOR TWENTY YEARS TO TEACH THE AMERICAN WHITE MAN 

I DISCOVERED THAT THE TASK IS TO KILL HIM 

REENACTED FRENZY 

IF THE RUSSIANS EVER TOOK MOBILE AND CRUSHED IT UNDER THE IRON  

HEEL, WOULD I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE 

BENEATH THIS PLACID SEA, THE TURBULENT WATERS OF HER HALF-CONSCIOUS DISCONTENT ARE CHURNING, AND THIS PLEASANT FIRESIDE, THIS HEARTH SCENE IS NOT A BLISS BUT A BATTLEGROUND 

THE CREW CUT KILLERS OF LOS ALAMOS 

WON 

ALL OF THE HUNTED, THE FORLORN, 

THE WEARY, THE WORN AND THE MAIMED