Sauntering down the Boardwalk, shrug off the berating banners—"Do Your Part"—which I am so the newsdealer won't tear my ear off in righteous annoyance but he's just grouchy from last week when Mother toppled some smokestacks and retaliated with this acidic air but I couldn't care less yet still buy the paper anyhow 'cause even with that mask he's more scalding than the Sound. Her currents crash over the callous storefront-seafront like a battle cry with every inch reclaimed
His breath was foul-
colder than blood after death and as rancid as blistering orange flesh. He swore his spit was sacred
so they drank with insatiable thirst
and glared at us with hollowed eyes
so when he screeched ‘hoax,’ they squealed at our cries. He reeked of murder and belched up crime.
So we protected our faces
to filter out the grime
and shield us from his division and moral stasis. But how could they swim?
In the fluids of an infidel,
who knew nothing of the