Compost, Part 1

They turn the four corners of the earth, driven by hunger,
Plagues, tumors, cold, famine.
They stop here.
They could advance no further for the wall,
That's real, like Illusion.

Gerald is gravely wounded,
That's a bit sad.
He bites women.
Stupid mean and ugly,
As good as anybody,
And wears knee socks,
Hose.

We never change,
We change the Ground though.
The Chemical Factory exploded.
The Star of Joppa, and the Basket Case of Bethlehem Asylum,
These are my new works,
Dead Heros, Uniformed Guards, Talking Monkeys, Money, and Knowledge.