From “Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return”

 

                          the angel
                   of death was
created on the first day
  introducing everyone
    to the temporary
               kingdom
                     poet
                      cockroach
                       of the art world
                        we find our
                         own level
                          push our
                         faces into
                        orbits we
                       never
                      imagined
                     our poems
                       notifying the
                         tormentors
                 they are working
        together now the lovers
                              you don’t
                                stand a
                               chance