Mass Hysteria of the Medial Left (poem)

The beauty of mass hysteria
shapes Guernicuervaca all over again
like deja vous in the sky with diamonds
moving toward the truth

She calls for assassination like a dream
that glistens upon Missouri
flowing like bleeding colors
into red waters

A rose of time with the smell of death
supplanting century plants along the avienda of heroes
with fictions written like opulent ornamentation
with guarded gates and tree frogs.