Alibaba’s 3 asses

Come!

My presidents

Go!

You kings

Bring!

Your platoon forty of thieves

Free!

Get!

Put!

Strap!

Your riches

Well!

Upon your albino asses

Bring your night-visions for barter

Sell your valkyries, rotor by rotor

Remember the brother dismember:

Up-ended him

Suspended, w other wingèd mice

Splayed against your nine-volt algae-green night

Who forgot the magic words

Who would have done well to have thought thrice

To save the family the sharp-toothèd blight

Of the dead man inhaling dried-pepper turds

Pay tribute to power

Pay nothing to need

Lick the slit poppy flower

Kiss your votaries, bead by bead

Bring me your mustards, your toxins

Bring me your lockjaw, the rasps from your berries 

Hand over your hawthorns, your many-colored asps

Gather me gourds to fill with nails

With carbonates of chlorine, render them flails.

Refit!

Repair!

Recover!

Baubles & babies remain to be buried

Gather those suited for garbage-detail

Those who thought, then tarried

Let them live to spread your cautionary tale.