a kiosk outside the cemetery offers
25 cent past life readings.
the lemonade is free.
the results cause a disruption because
no one likes to be called
an SS pilot dropping napalm on Hanoi.
is that even possible?
it doesn’t matter as people get
knocked off their ethnic and ego centers
into one wind.
tree roots suddenly become our ancestors and
all royalty is turned to aluminum slush as
people dance like plants in the middle of suddenly.
*broken bats baseball
not again today, yes again today