he knew where the ducks went in the winter

South of crystal Dakota/ throughout the blessed ruins
of N.Y.

please consider the monumental weight of my
touch

we are here to bring down the/ government
cocked guns smile/ lazily

you will remember my name/ or else...
be faced with the vengeful flock

he was just a face in the crowd/ yes Mr. President

five hollow point bullets
shot point blank

we feel much better now that
the job is done