nice days

nineteen slaves line up
and the seagull stands up
to light up a cigarrette
that had moments before been staging a gunfight
now here now there down the street
with a bear pelt slung over one shoulder and
a mexican pelt slung over two shoulder and
a wise look, so as to say: hey! stop looking. I'm only
here to take your passports
and look for work at the microwave factory.