Mostly rubbed if not ghastly operative C
drove a kart, stood tall,
though borders shove
head in a bucket:
breath of its free shaping densifies
funds pittance furl
but saucer-like, trampled, zero character,
so cup-&-saucer-like is their pause mode,
taken from the stars of the southern sky.
human hearts pumping under smooth
head in its dunce hood,
lacked impetus, too tractable
spread out drying silvery skins,
punitive space of pending gave ground:
organs slopped at the base of Coatepec,
advanced systems failed.
So ask it, why should you deny yourself,
C took leave, deployed,
perusing mute tracks —
a charge on them all
rags on scaffold
fluttered equally warning & significant
Democracies tuck you in & blow you out.
Then he stepped on it, he put his foot
down, the colours mount
phase, quit blinking:
cloaked, by stealth, he went for it, basket
& fair face, loved with vivid graze;
once in place
a master take is conscientiously damaged.