The Jedi

There are tragic forces about
the windows this night this
day they acquire doom, a handshake and

a whisper

in the windows force in the wind
a-bellowing like jazz horn admonishing
the white bowels of America

a doom

and bartering whiskey for pills
and russian pussy for $19.95/month
and we must remember the indians
go to college for almost nothing
even though
their
great spirits
find their chiefs slain
and the
almost
bottom of bottom

in the wind and the ashes
each blowing the other around in
a sort of dance like Obi-Wan around the death
sabre of Darth Vader in the Jedi Code. The Jedi Code.