And when they bombed other people’s houses, we







protested



but not enough, we opposed them but not







enough. I was



in my bed, around my bed America







was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.







I took a chair outside and watched the sun.







In the sixth month



of a disastrous reign in the house of money







in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,



our great country of money, we (forgive us)







lived happily during the war.





