As if the names we use to name the uses of buildings
x-ray our souls, war without end:
Palace. Prison. Temple. School.
Market. Theatre. Brothel. Bank.
War without end. Because to name is to possess
the dreams of strangers, the temple
is offended by, demands the abolition of brothel, now theatre, now
school, the school despises temple, palace, market, bank; the bank by
refusing to name depositors welcomes all, though in rage prisoners
each night gnaw to dust another stone piling under the palace.
War without end. Therefore time past time.
Rip through the fabric. Nail it. Not
to the wall. Rip through
the wall. Outside
time. Nail it.