XXV
                              And there he was, he parked his car beside
                              Huxley Envelopes and he could see the
                              Williamsburg Bridge from where he stood, and the squad
                              of shooters, most of them had glasses, and they couldn’t
                              see the bridge from the west-side side especially
                              standing in front of the row of pumps and in back of
                              the low iron fence and I.’s bad memory tells him
                              the gas was three ninety six a gallon for regular
                              and it was the end of May, two thousand and seven
                              though he was prophesying when it came to the squad,
                              and one had a T-shirt that said on it Nebuchadnezzar
                              and one said Stalin and one said Shitty Cheney
                              and it was hot for the end of May, the temperature
                              was over ninety, maybe close to a hundred,
                              especially in Poland by the river where
                              there were only empty factories, weeds,
                              barbed wire fences, and dead-end streets and one
                              had a pink that was much too tight and the suitcase
                              was maybe a baby for her arms were waving
                              or maybe a watermelon and the remnants
                              could float all by themselves and that’s how they reached
                              Brooklyn without the aid of branches.