rats have a lot
going for them:
diseases,
plus they’re everywhere

the cult
is a club
plus menace
masking
for sex

it’s amazing
how uncanny
it is
to see
dead people
wearing the same
kind of shoe;
the dying
is fine,
but capitalism
isn’t supposed
to do that,
that bulk assent
thing

diseases
have no market
share:
a billion
grasses
blanched white
in the shade
of a trillion
suns

a species
is a club
for fucking

the price
goes down
as you buy
more of them