And in my Final Analysis *this Body stands upon very frail feet & its ultimate Foundation--------->if we shweep away all the Accused & accumulated Rubble, its Roots which it sinks (the Teeth) deeply into *this Shit of a City, that is incomprehensible to us in its most intricate Details, would bear & reveal a Face, staring back, in Piggish comport, dallying about where it Emerges, where it bangs about with a Mouth covering its Form & mean-mean little Eyes & it’s after-image would be in the form of a Memory: the run in a Sock, stretched over the shaping of a Calf, draped over a Chair, gently rocking, while Cavalleria Rusticana is heard from outside the Window & those lazy Drapes lapping away.
