the ones that sit in filthy kitchens
discussing where the country
has gone wrong
over coffee and cigarettesand do you want to take a drive?
forty minutes
to where the waitresses bleed
and call it lovea half an hour to where another
walked away from her parked car on
a sunlit afternoon and was
never seen againthese stories that i share freely
and the fact that they
mean nothing beyond themselvesthe fact that what we hate
isn't necessarily what we attack
consider dickey
a man lost in the suburbs
lost in his own house
in his own kitchen while
bombs fall on sleeping families
twenty years in his pastwhile fire sticks to the skins
of babies and
of their pregnant motherswar at night
and from a safe distancethe need to destroy the weakest
a boy locked in a cage in
a basement in philadelphia
