Take the pole as it comes, take a man, it's tasty.
Take a man at the Emperor's gate, in the Emperor's mouth,
in the doorway, erect like a knife between shoulders.
Take a man, it's tasty, his tightly braided sister
wipes gunk off hands, eyes, wipes off
shit, the word hovers overhead, it sits in the church,
its lips are fluttering the hymn, it stands,
its mares, halter straps, do not take those, take a man.
Take a price while you can, take a banker, it's tasty
take a manager, a publishing manager. Take the words of man
into your mouth, take the market, man's quick death,
take a man into your mouth, boy, do not look, take
a bullet halted in the hip, take a price, take it now.