Third Poem from Columbus Arts Festival Audition

(this is one of two cut by the previously unannounced "2 poems" rule)




**********Clothes Make the Man #1


Clothes make the man

So, when I die
Bury my clothes.

When I murder
Arrest my clothes

Execute them
Or
(if the Republicans are out)
Give them life imprisonment without chance of parole

Make love to my clothes;
take them off caressingly,
and take the money from the pockets
(they won’t notice)

Impregnate my clothes
and bring forth progeny
of patches and rags,

a gauche immortality

spawn of moths’ balls.