a world full of successful people’s sons

on bicycles

on the Hollywood Riviera

at 3:11 P.M.

on a Tuesday afternoon…

this is what some of the armies died to save

this is what many of the ladies desire;

these stuffed fractions of beings

pedaling along

or stopping to chat while

still seated upon their mounts

gentle breezes sifting across

their undisturbed faces…

I understand very little of this

except maybe the armies killed the wrong people

but they usually do:

they always think the enemy is

those they are directed against

instead of those who

direct them:

the fathers of the

darlings.