Does it even matter?
crooked-faces carved in lime;
the graffiti of elite can never be covered up.
So, while you cast heartache at royal infants
when they are tiny and barely teething,
and bounce your checks at the five and dime,
the world will have spun in perfect order,
the tea and oranges, served at the precise time.
and, you will sit on your sofa, pissed as ever
in your camouflage of white whine.