I arrive in the jungle
in my new khaki clothes
make a splash in a pontoon
plane
bought and paid for by those
who demand a tally
of the dark
horse, the bad seed
poking and prodding progenitors
of respiratory disease
are we
Whiteworld
I have institutions in the West
to make
institutions in the East
I historically revise
with Deconstructionist
ease
to name is to own
to market is to steal
I’m a gangster in a
Hummer
& this culture will yield to me
Whiteworld
my policy
is straight
my publisher primed
the natives will not
resist this
time
cause I’ve got celebrity
I translate, I teach
I give my heart,
my soul,
my brains, my body, and
my
batteries
Whiteworld
bridge (Sophocles)
I came on my
journey
to a juncture of three roads
two men in a chariot
made it
impossible to go
I struck the driver
for pushing me aside
the old
man struck me back
so that I
had to kill them
all
Whiteworld
I can change water into wine
solve the riddle
for the Sphinx
I like the perfectly primitive
cause they desperately
need
my sovereignty
over Third World Thebes
I’m a First World
Oedipus
and Mother Earth is
down on her knees
