americans in the garden of paradise buying
skull shaped babies,
with black & swollen fruit on their lips
shopping cart cages & monkey children;
her gods plucked like chickens
& stiff
with golden skin;
flat & naked as fruit;
bruised with alcohol & suprise,
with coal-fires burning in their lungs
breathing out the dragon that eat stars
staring into their canned
memories of light
faceless, numberless in smoke;
their eternal calculating legions,
squatting under endless rain.
