[III]

"tomorrow belongs to me . . ."

When his hand exploded 
	it kept dripping

	and they liked that,
they said it was a good one.

What have you got left? 
	Smiles crash in the little details,

	such as trying to dab up
the shreds of your hand

from a bus seat. 
	From the back of the bus

	a voice piped up,
"Abandon every hope

ye who enter."
	It was Kirchner,

	some haunted German guy seeing through war-

coated eyes, another Messiah.
	Smoke from human bodies

	drifts above the canopy.
The audience is laughing

at you. It's your wedding
	and you just said, "death camp."