82Pb :: Head like a Hole{I’d rather die—}
by Rosebud Ben-Oni—as a man who’d rather start a war
than admit he’s wrong—as I’m antisong, antiradiate a salt as sickly
sweet as sugar, with a touch of sodom
& anarchy purrrr—as patriarch always at your disposal,
as turning the children of Constantine & Nero
saturine, contrary & hard-bitten—as oh
yes, I did allegedly lead (antipun antiintended) to the downfall
of an entire empire via cheap pipe
of tainted water—as antisystem, as crackpot investment to the point
of no return, as a real good-for-nothing & not looking
so good—as banging every bone, nerve & artery, as plumbum
crying cuckoo— as leeching other metals from your body
& usurping their place, as sallow & sully, as world's worst & lifelong
never getting rid of me—as me, as—misery—
