Bring them to the horizon
The mob jitters -

bring them to the horizon
so they can feed on the dry
dirt rotting beneath the old
telephone wires, bring them
to the cusp of the dark room,
their fog-eyed pencils indenting
on the premature ejaculation
of paper so pure and white
that their pupils burn and dilate
wider than the sun as it slopes
kitty-corner to the window,

if you bring them to the horizon
they will dance for you in a western
drawl, link arms and pass judgment
on the old accents of the American
north as seen from canoe and
wagon,

they are as transfixed as a television
screen, as bloom'd as a puckered
screen,

bring them forward
and they will form for you
into the angry mob.