evil trees
are like rockets
by the bedside
coming out of you
during an abortion
they pepper all the land
of unconscious hatred
lining up gypsy jews
and strange natives
great waiting men
with bullets
in their thighs

my impression
of the whole thing
was dull
until i saw those
evil trees
and understood
via subtle variation
in all the tone
of the world
that their branches
were hungry dots
lining the lining
of the world
dots to dots to dot
everything
that we wish
we are not

isn't that right,
compadre?
so long etc.,
my friend.