My contempt for my contemporaries
is completely invisible–shadow-boxing

the blasted and unseen, obscene icky routes
through tough throw-pillow windows

delimit soft seeing–I serve my virgin
electronics with continuity, but

you never forsaw the WAR IN IRAQ or
this beauty of rebuilding bomb-sites–

Albert Fish killed children because, if
it were wrong, god would send an angel

To stop him–Israel–sons of a father