all under the contras (coca-cola skies broken by beating wings
they said “be fragile answer none.”
we said nothing
a poltergeist[1] for supper
eating an angry ghost - speculation. This specter[2] stands on a leg of fire.
over the jungles casings
into the churches
over the sea open doors lay eggs (black dots falling to the breakers
to the fishes my brother
always a bigger fish
than before (the Indians laugh
the priest’s[3] last hand
two fingered on a flat forehead watch the hammers (and pipe)
confess breakfast (more
speak into a fist
and disappear
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