Have you a soul?

   Or is it just a photograph

     to fool the unwary,

       the naïve,

And anyone else

     you persuade to believe

       the illusion?

The other half

     of the inverted bowl–

The infallible rabble

     in their rabid confusion.

Have you a heart?

   Or is it just a bloody pump

     to feed the capillaries,

       the veins,

The lower organs

      and last of all the brain

        in dull collusion?

The profligate art

     of a shab wastrel dump.

The gullible huckleberries

     gawk in gyreless profusion.

Spring 2006