Terrorists of the last

decade. Anarchists who fled

with my heart thudding on the back

bumper of a flatbed truck,

Nelson Algren impersonators.

Joe Hill detonators. Los-mas-

chingones-de-los-mas-chingones-

politically-correct-Marxist-tourists/voyeurs.

Olympic gold, silver, bronze love-

triathlons and several blue

ribbon, runner-ups to boot.

Forgot, forgotten, forget.

Past tense and no regrets.
No doubt you're Villa

and I’m Pershing's dizzy troops.

No doubt I'm eucalyptus and you

a California conflagration. No doubt

you’re eucharist. Euclidean geometry.

World War !!'s Gibraltar strait,

the Chinese traders of Guangzhou.

Zapatistas breakfasting at Sanborn's.

Sassoferrato's cobalt blue.

Museo Poldi Pezzoli's insurance rate.

Gaudi's hammer against porcelain plates.

Ay, daddy, daddy, I

don't give a good goddamn. I
don't give

a good

god

damn.