Killing Boxes

7 DANIELS A bit of dust on a diamond connection Has wiped out security; At certain temperatures even the idea of Patriotism Freezes. And so it is that this morning the Generals and Bankers Are discovered, carrying the water, Carrying fetishes and the colored earths up to the steps Where now, painted, with feathers stuck in their hair, They dance heavily: Heavily, heavily calling out to the Unknown Ones inside. JIM DANIELS KILLING BOXES I bring the boxes down to Hector to smash flat in the bailer. In Hector's room, rock 'n roll on the radio above the screaming crunch, Hector dances, his hands on the lever like a guitar: crunch! crunch! He screams, "More boxes! More boxes!" like part of a song, like he'll never get enough, like cardboard is a boss who picks his nose and calls him spie. ...