transporter with his cubans
and rifle
shoes,
hollyberry crimson,
curbsits
outside the
cafés in his
long-johns,
gauloises to spare,
and
bends down,
privateering the
gutter
rats,
whispering
tinkling odes
under the steps,
bordering
on propaganda, starting
cranium
strobe-light seizures
in tails
and claws;
the rattus norvegicus
have
no concept
of white or black
