father murder of these gods
enlightened in the ascendent sense
wood and stone echoes rippled
from the staff of oily red serpents
wound about forearm
as the divine designate
I chased the boy down
and said, “There, take this dog,
hold him, love him. The other one
is gone.”
something about a yurt
with storage
for electro-magnetic pulse bomb
with “The Merry Maurauder”
written in aggressive bold font
(on the side)
red paint on smooth metal
(on the side)
were written identifications
willing displays of credit
fingers of the hand of Allah
mincing mush
fetish crystalline taste
desire