He’s cutting my hair and flipping his braid

imagining the amassing of casualties. he’s

A fine rider, and likes a good chestnut for

preference, in the. field muttering that’ll

Be twenty-nine cents thanks giving you

a bullet as if. mogadon he goes behind the

Counter like it’s mother and he makes your.

Hair embarrassingly clean he’s in my mind

all the time with his occupations. telling

Me about his lives, his styles, his men and

their courage, his. fine eye for chemical

Detail and stickers, it turns out Rufus is his.

Mouse-mate and not his partner and Rufus’s

also a liver of megalives he. looks like a

Small handful of rabbit fur but takes a body

count. and measures Englishes as they’re

Spoken he’s cutting my hair and there are.

Foreign troops on the horizon but the flag’s

unreadable in the sunlight bring. me that

Trial of a nation’s rag he says coolly to

one of his. uniformed troops who pulls their

Head out of the condoms toothpaste and

aspro. of the morning just a small city boy

Singing songs to the pigs.who defy the one

Child policy Rufus has no plans for fatherhood

he likes a scotch. and tonic this ‘modern …

Fancy fashion’ kangaroo you know what

I did, what. I said I did or sung while Rufus

Withered in anticipation not knowing.what

Sketchy things went on in the neighbourhood

yet tonight’s persistence repaid swimmingly.