americans in the garden of paradise buying skull shaped babies with black & swollen fruit on their lips shopping cart cages & monkey children; her gods plucked like chickens & stiff with golden skin; flat & naked as fruit; bruised with alcohol & suprise, americans in the garden of paradise with coal-fires burning in their lungs breathing out the dragon that eat stars staring into their canned memories of light faceless, numberless in smoke; their eternal calculating legions, squatting under endless rain.