the answer

green dog, dinosaur sky, serpent of hope,
these walls like blades
these streets like shrivelled teats of
dead monkeys;
these friends, these hands, these movies,
this lock, this stinking lock

the blue donkey with grapes for eyes
this pint of grapejuice like Vomit
these American flags sticking out of
my ears
how did I get like this?
slump-shouldered into brownwhite doom…

it’s my fault, they will say,
all their precious elephantine mouths
filled with packs of blood and
dust.