Poem 23: Abbotoir Abbot

Hang the Bastards And let the bastards hang In the wheat fields City and country Nation and badge On your right hand The customer is always right handed I am in Wisconsin I am in a wheat field I am smoking wheat in the fields of the time of the war The Nation I am in the city The city of time Do you slaughter your horses where you ride Then I say, Ride on, Gallant of the knights, Gallant of the nights, Ride on, onward

--Eli Fox