they can push a body off of a helicopter / watch it crash 
into the sea you have to tell them / they are that body  
even as they eat cookies at you YES AT YOU these killers  
are worried you are taking from them  
something / they sure wish 
they could put their fingers on/in/through tell them  
about your father watching you be a father tell them 
how generous he was with his astonishment 
you hit your head, tell them, too these killers are held 
together by duct tape and grievance, ridiculous  
chemistry, they’ve never once been in a car chase  
and this hurts them / you would like to see them make friends  
with a bear / tell them / their popsicles are made of house  
paint / they should know better they refuse  
to know better / think how nice a couple 
of tamales would be tell them about the lady  
with the cart rolling through the West Alabama  
Ice House / sometimes a good day gets better  
sometimes these killers just need to put on cartoons 
not to go to the opera you are / in your panic