"Nebraskan Bribes."
"Not once and a river yet: a rapid run of reckless mouths
gnash their way through the alphabet's mini motorways.
The crowd faces like hot dominoes and doldrums,
their destiny too dense to parse, too dear to describe,
is in denial.
Give them this day before they chew even the scenery.
Before they crush the shunts that keep the sky in its place
and squash the sarsaparilla tufts of cloud
that congeal at the eye's very edges.
Give them the blood, the bread, the ghost, the salty tines
of Satan's seasick fork.
It's hot.
Give me an open window or something.
I feel the heat of a holy oven upon my household.
To care is to sometimes kill, as we have sometimes been told.
To care is to carve the image of our caretaker
into this idle tree and border crossing.
Under how many watts must this age be broiled?
Douse me in better water for brisker belief.
Do this in remembrance of our impractical head and heads,
our illiterate heart and hearts."