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.