Take an image and imagine ... imagine a poem imagine a ... I'm thirsty ... imagine a waterfall poem imagine the machinegunner blank behind sunglasses drawing a bead and satisfied, satisfied, watching the shadow fall to the shadows as the helicopter beats wheeling round ... imagine the surf heaping up onto the sunburnt beach, the sunfish, the bikini girls, the pulse of electrons ...
        Imagine the worms, food or worms, food or drenching, her daugher has worms, her frail face, her pulse beating beneath the fragility of her skin ... imagine the weapons profiting, burning, burning, profiting ... profit, death, insecticide ... war without end ... "I saw houses totally destroyed with pieces of children flying in the air" ...
        I will write you a waterfall poem, cool rhythm, metrical experiment ... that would be nice ... imagine the machinegunner's long drawn-out satisfaction as he squeezes on the trigger and sees the shadow fall to the shadows ... I will write you an elegant poem about classical marble and the shoreline of Greece ... that would be nice ....