I gave as the silver regal plate passed by me a nine
nine pieces of eight and a piece of hate
drank the wine ate the mundane chip chewed
swallowed waited thought thanked prayed
eschewed rallied on brought faith forward as far
as genius made magi out of a can of
broken twigs frogs legs a bat wing
a man in a black suit white-necked hate him he
that white I see today I focused
on it that square white bright hope I prayed to as
he
the church disgraced me the laws beseeched and the regalia the royal riches paid but
he went on that black man the white neck the touching in salient the remedy for my sanity was
hate distrust a blank slate
ruined