Debatable Citizen

The anthem’s of an enemy head—for his sockets
the mobs shoes shine like bullets.
I cover my heart with a cheeseburger,
up a meat-lover’s twat dubbed “the trendiest sex”

for all this fascination with the body, the kind
of patriot fucking his landlord wife.
I can’t remember a business suit worth dying for,
or hymns or religion kept to itself; that god being

this god.
The newscast gets every available shoulder,
every dusted flag from the hands of those people.
I rummage around looking for anything to cradle.