We bitches are hard to satisfy. What we have in mind is a generation Of animals. You dumb seamsters you have snipped Your antennae. You've been trapped for days Between floors on an escalator. Everything You see you make gauze.
Businessmen walk the streets Wet with expressions of loss.
They stop and speak with everyone they see. Where are all the buildings, They want to know. There used to be buildings. Hold my hand, I couldn't bear To jump from a tree. Red gristle dumb people.