FREEDOM BOMBS FOR VIETNAM
The bald still head is filled with that grayish milk–
It's a dentist's glass door. It turns heavily-
There may be a weight in it.
It
weighs one ton.
Very even light diffuses through the globe.
But
this
surprise: life-squiggles, fishhooks,
Minnowhooks, surround the mineral eyes.
Someone like Muzak is burbling slant-rhymes-
-om
and
-am, -om
and
-am- and
holds up a telltale map
Of rice swimming in blood like white flies.
Ears almost as large as the President's
And more eloquent than lips,
That swallow toothlessly like polyps.
A spit glob and naked flashbulbs pop in Rusk's ear
And go down with whole heads, whole fields of heads
Of human hair, jagged necks attached.
