maybe it was at the tractor factory at Stalingrad
that humanity became enlightened
that the Buddha learned of the sniper art
my kids there in the rubble screamed along
with the Katyushas ran with the wild dogs
that came starving from the cellars
something broke there in the scream
some part of humanity looked out from the snow
and thought jigsaws might be an equally good way to go
into the night
sex was never an issue
it just flared like that like a dog had barked
or had failed to bark somewhere down by the stables
the presence of politicians is a corrupting taint within humanity
this is known
yesterday my heating went off
do you think I wept about it?
no I burnt what was available
starting with memory and working out
at the end of every forlorn meal in the underground
some new love begins
I mean you don't have to fuck your mother
just because she didn't like the chocolates
and you want to say you care
these are mistakes
like lying to children
telling them you are Batman
that you can fly more or less
you know sometime you will have to do it
better always to carry a few small sticks and find a bridge
this is what they were taught
in that old singsong tractor hymn
of Bing Crosby Stalingrad snowman walking
hey can you smell carrots?
nor women neither nor women
wolves from Ethiopia strangled in through tunnels
to a Palestine zoo
autosave failed
Christmas lifts over the rooftops like
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