XXVI
                                                                                               Though no one
                              can make you cry anymore unless like I.
                              you have the heart of a dog for dogs still cry
                              and lick your mouth and eyes and those in the costumes
                              who turned into rags and remnants their hearts were still open
                              nor had the hardness entered for they were poor—
                              although that wasn’t the word—I got it from Stevens,
                              of all people, you get a free creamsicle
                              if you know the poem, though he meant more than money
                              or other than money, imagine Stevens like Amos,
                              imagine him like Jesus, the opposite,
                              what is it? What is a rich man, stubborn, blind?
                              callous, corrupt, cruel, brutal, haughty?
                              Or arrogant, or just indifferent? Or
                              most of all, entitled, as in the phrase,
Xerxes                    “X. feels entitled.” But is it money? Sometimes
                              it’s money, sometimes it’s partly.