Scenario

I put a coin in his hand: He took it like a piece of fruit

He looked into My pubic arsenal And found a cool Technology of sin.

He explained it all to me: The fall of Rome falls again.

I followed the sweep Of his outstretched hand And I saw Europe crumple Like an old man choking On a silver cough-drop. The slap of dead fish Was so great I couldn't even Hear myself think.

A solitary fly circled my head Like some demented satellite

I said okay.