Without Counterweight
Disgust, he said, disgust; seal your ears, your nostrils,
your eyes. To hear what? To see what? Seven bullets, eight
bullets.
And the killer killed, same as the other, here and there.
Where can you look? What can you juxtapose?
All the flags are torn to the whole length of time and
there isn’t one on a balcony to lower half mast.
Old newspapers float on the water next to the drown men.
