ii.        
 
 
When the heart sits down in its seat
 
When the temple wall sweated with blood
 
When you can take your gun and popcorn to the movie theater
 
When the mind of the killer loaded buckle to belt
 
When the toddler scavenges in its own shit
 
When the riverbed is too dry to trickle downstream
 
When she said slavery was better off than these
 
When the tea-party icebergs the senate
 
When the president waves a tar baby in the air
 
When kindness is the quilt that smothers you
 
When the desert sniper is perched above the border pass
 
When they load up a shopping basket and call it democracy
 
When at the crack of the starter pistol and the breaking of glass
 
When the prayer beads grind like teeth
 
When the celebrity stares blankly enough to be re-named
 
When the hooray-henrys get chateau-faced
 
When entranced by the olympian flame sipping cold cola
 
When a life of exile is the new gap year
 
When the deal is tyrannicide per tonne of crude oil
 
When the bodies went thump thump onto hard rock