from Agamemnon, King of Cars
Sing, if you will, after the hours of prayer
and honor the stranger gods
who march late and pound through kitchens.
Their daughters too can call the ancients.
They are bathed with flute girls
for the late banquet. They too know sacrifice
and offerings of words in waves
before dinner: Almighty the iron sprawl
and ores washed in tears, gold and
fragrant oils. Stand the condemned in a field
of names and grant them release
to dance in their homes with abandon.
With product and the right wires pulled,
Their hard new voices use the radio.