Brooklyn Cop - by
Built like a gorilla but less timid,
thick-fleshed, steak-coloured, with two
hieroglyphs in his face that mean
trouble,
guns
A Memory of Death - by
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
Rifle Song - by
for Diana
/
/ We know that the taiga
/ still hides your stripes.
/ We will grind your paws
/ to aphrodisiac.
/
/ Lovers demand it.
/ our skins are lonely,
/ and girls…