because w e’re apples with maggots too, w hy not. M aybe this
girl Linda really likes it; except there’s this iron bar in your
throat and nothing pushes past it without a destruction o f
some sort, this or that; or w hy don’t they use machine guns or
trees or they will, they just haven’t yet, h o w ’d they get that
Linda girl to do it? O r if w e’re humans; if we are; the fire’s got
m y name on it; at last, m y name’s spelled out in the fire and it is
beckoning to me; because they are tormenting us, pure and
simple, these men are tormenting us, they just do it, as if we
are so much trash for where they want to stick it and it is
simple in the end and they all get to live no matter what harm
they do or if we hurt or how much, all these guys live, they do;
face it; you can take some actual person and mess her body up
so bad it’s all deformed out o f its real form and you can put
things up her and in her and you can hurt her, shred her, burn
her, tortures that are done like roping her breasts, and it’s
okay, even funny, even if they do it to babies or even if they
beat you or even i f they put things in you or no matter what
they do, it’s over and tom orrow comes and they go on and on
and on and they don’t get stopped, no one stops them; and
people ju st walk by the girls under glass; or just ignore the
infants who grow ed up, the suicidal infants who can’t breathe
but are trying to talk; or the women who got beat; no one
stops them; it’s true, they don’t get stopped; and it’s true,
though not recognized, that you do got to stop them, like stop
the War, or stop slavery; you have to stop them; whatever’s
necessary; because it’s a crisis because they are tormenting us; I
gave m y uncle cancer but it’s too late, too slow, and you don’t
know who they are, the particular ones; and even if there’s
laws by the time they have hurt you you are too dirty for the
law; the law needs clean ones but they dirty you up so the law
w o n ’t take you; there’s no crimes they committed that are
crimes in the general perception because we don’t count as to
crimes, as I have discovered time and time again as I try to
think i f what he did that hurt me so bad was a crime to anyone
or was anything you could tell someone about so they would
care; for you; about you; so you was human. But if he did it to
you, you know him; I know; this Linda knows; the infants
know; the day comes; we know; each one o f them has one o f
us who knows; at least one; maybe dozens; but at least one.
When the Buddhists were burning themselves you couldn’t
convince anyone anything was wrong in Vietnam; they
couldn’t see it; they saw the fire; and you couldn’t forget the
fire; and I’m convinced that the fire made the light to see by; so
later, we saw. N o w there’s nothing w rong either; nothing
nobody can see; each day all these thousands o f people, men
and women, walk past the women under glass, the specimens,
and they don’t see nothing wrong, they don’t see no human o f
any sort or that it’s wrong that our kind are under glass,
painted, bloated cadavers for sex with spread legs, eyes open,
glassy, staring like the dead; smiling; painted lips; purple;
lynched or pissed on; or on our knees; I will die to get her o ff
her knees; sperm covering us like puke; and w e’re embalmed,
a psychotic’s canvas; eventually fucked, in any orifice; someday they’ll do the sockets o f the eyes. It’s the church to our pain; a religion o f hate with many places to pray; a liturgy o f
invasion; they worship here, the men, Hot Girls is Michael-
angelo’s David\ Lesbian Gang Bang is Tintoretto; it’s Venice
and Rom e and Jerusalem and Mecca, too; all the art; everything sacred; with pilgrims; the service, how I injured her and
came; the ancient masses, how I made a perfect penetration;
the ordinary prayers, I felt her up, I stuck it in, she screamed, I
ran; this is the church here, they worship here, a secular sadism
where w e’re made flat and dead and displayed under glass,
fifty cents a feel for a live one in a real cage, behind the movies
are the places where they keep the live ones they caught, you
pay money, you touch it; you pay more money; it touches
you; you pay more money; you can hurt it bad i f you pay
enough; you pay money, you can stick it in, you want to cut it
up, it costs more money; you want it young, you want to stick
it in, you want to cut it up, it costs more money; but see, m y
uncle, a true believer, worshipped at home; so you have to
grasp the true nature o f the system; here is the center; here is
like the transmission center; here is where they broadcast
from; here is where they put the waves in the air; here is where
they make the product, the assembly line with mass
production techniques and quality control, the big time, and
they sell it to make it socially true and socially necessary and
socially real, beyond dispute, it’s for sale, in Amerika, it’s true,
a practical faith for the working man and the entrepreneur,
rich man, poor man. It’s the nerve center, the Pentagon, the
w ar room, where they make the plans; map every move in the
war; put the infantry here and m ove it here; put the boats here
and m ove them here; put the bombs here and move them here;
dildos, whips, knives, chains, punishments, sweat and
strangulation, evisceration; they teach how to teach the
soldiers; they teach how to teach the special units; they teach
how to teach; they develop propaganda and training films,
patriotic films, here’s the target, take her out. Here’s where
they make the plans to make the weapons; and here’s where
they commission the weapons; and here’s where they deploy
the weapons; it’s the church, holy, and the military, profane,
backbone and bedrock, there’s dogma and rules, prayers and
marching chants, sacred rites and bayonets, there’s everything
you stick up them, from iron crosses to grenades; you pull the
pin; stay inside them as long as you have the nerve; pull out;
run; it makes a man out o f a boy. There’s a human being;
under glass. I f you see what’s in front o f you you see w hat’s
down the road: someday they’ll just take the children, the pied
piper o f rape, they’ll ju st use the children, it’s so much easier,
how it is now is so difficult, so com plex, fun taming the big
ones and seducing them and raping them but the children are
tighter, you know; and hurt more, you know; and are so
confused, you know; and love you anyway, you know. All
the worshippers will be tolerant o f each other; and they’ll pass