A murder of lawyers in overcoats
A murder of lawyers in overcoats

A murder of lawyers in overcoats
shoulders up, heads slung low
looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk
Looking up at a window on the forty-fourth floor
Blueeyed Jew Mystic from a rhythm section
his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki
of human speech. Muslim baritones idle
with their hands down

And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket
Plugs slugs in vain
Through the body of the immaterial witness

And that which is Ugly and feeds on The Law
comes into the conference room singing federal jargon
Their necks are covered in chocolatey growths
Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot

Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork