now that the vintage birds have flown drearily away

now I am less than the wineglass I smashed earlier

now that my girlish eyes have climbed out of the fridge

now that two gardens are the same bowl of milk

all the trapeze artists with their

pink panties!

now that the storm-troopers have killed us all

now that we have seized power

now that the sole survivor is a little girl
who leads on a leash

all the wild animals of the jungle

now that you have opened your red lips and swallowed me

entirely

now that the rivers of the sky have

un-frozen

now that we know love
bangs its black wings on the window

now that the storm-troopers have killed us all

now we have seized power

.