more honourable are the men who end the lineage or their families, like me and my uncle on the grand-grand-maternal side of the family, than those who wish to cherish origins of their “aristocracy” of aiding society with a washing machine... or musicological braille; we who took to the aztec breath, bow with humbling operatics while the others continue to squabble.*

i call this the shark’s fin drinking session,
i too wish i was the czech apache fanatical
living it out for a few weeks in the year
to don the feathers in some remote place,
but i have whiskey to mind and
when i lift the shark fin shaped glass
i do the jaws’ soundtrack violin itches with the words:
to ra, to ra, to ra, tora tora tora, tora tora tora!
then i hear of pearl harbour’s tattooing
of soldiers with hot hot metal.