Forge onwards smithy (said
the script girl, cautiously)
Action!  Fight wars, continually [super FX
smoke blooms brightly]
any angry policeman  Fail laws, legally [tether us
all to this box, sir]
scroll channels (rpt)  Horse Trials, Galilea.
See the high beams fall
caution: wars  Where’s Tails Lilly? [sud s hope
fingers] Refined the craft of the
Break – a violent scene  cut.
Swords slit nails, really
[Let the lights burn a brighter magnum-
esium] Pan left deck:
Rioters “Action!”  Seven words lit sails,
Raleigh? And they are: ‘burnburnburnbur
…..nburnburnburn’  Ace Sven cords Little Arms Leary
 Mind the hearse, a sister is weary [duty of the dead to wait patiently]
Sundown  tented Eden calls spittle alarms
: eerie [—down]
 Doth Eden forge trails to Galilea?
 Who says seven nails, perpetually?
 Are alarms onward wars?
 Legally, Lilly slit Sven: who did it?
 Is it really Raleigh who calls to fight?
 Does Smithy sword horse tails at night?
 Does Leary spit weary sores continually?
 The mind hears, will my mystery call?
 Laws fail: Do tents become sails to nburnburnburn?
 May smoke anger the rioters?
A version of this text appeared in ANGEL EXHAUST 15:
Bizzare Crimes of The Future / Winter 1997 / ISSN 0143-8050