Becoming colorless, fitting into nowhereness
since I was Chicago-born, still watching the
news every night, my old neighborhood not
a civil war any more but an Against Us/Ourselves
not
war,
but the Marquise de Sade out for a (five kids slaughtered
today) little fun,
vultures, hyenas, killer ants/wasps,
always enough money to tweed and Catholic me,
somehow colorlessing myself into Harvard law school
and judgeships, but locking all the night-windows, turning
on the alarm system, this week the fancier the
neighborhood, the hungrier the howls,
identifying with my Sudanese-Haitian-Nigerian
families, but still wondering how many millenia it
will take to
Un-Nagasaki
the whole
schmear.
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