A. G. PASQUELLA (Toronto)

Yonder lies The Pyramid

on top of another pyramid

under an ocean of ash.

Freedom tasted terrible.

Uncle Sam didn’t want you after all.

Cookie Monster was deported,

knife still twanging in his back.

Ill-met, my friends, ill-met.

Nurses in bikinis

gasp as Leviathan rises from the deep.

Demons blow dandelions.

Igloos melt; we mortgage the puddles.

Cookie Monster dies in exile.

Kermit-skin coats crackle in the bonfire.

Weathermen weep; The Pyramid burns

as Leviathan

dumbs out the lights.