an empty promise on the lips of notes
singing the melody of rapist gods.
Give me free, shackle me, shackle me
wholesale, Sam’s Club, Walton’s versus forty-seven percent:
the moral imperative is hunger.
State: gaseous, solid,
Broken windows. Broken people.
The bank is no longer the bank
and New Orleans is Atlantis in disguise.
A flood or something. Dust.