BEN GHAN

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I may be the only 
	Jew 
	sitting masked 
And corpse-like and truthful and 
mournful 

on the 10th floor of 
	the bleeding slice of brutalist-turned-tender 
	machine that is
called Canada
	watching places
	calling themselves places
kill and kill and kill and kil l and K I L L
A N D K I L L
	And tell me
All of this is for me
To kill and K I L L A N D K I L L

I’m here—
Where undead smiles claim to be
Lovers

	Rotting in
coats of paint that eager zombie hands 
might remove at any 

		moment

		laughing when I say

I don’t want it.