Old men stand naked in the Square, armed with semi-automatics. Lenin in a skirt. Marx, a trash novelist. Castro's Crisis, a one-day sale, Winter Palace execution amusement. Tanks roll into Newark and Camden after dark.
Guns rest quietly under the crucifix.
Empty shells lie scattered across the bedroom floor. A stray bullet finds a boy in the Market. Pope John Paul something is dead. Protests end, the Memorial Day Solution. Workers eat what they make beneath the sickled sky, a television State.