The Outlaws of Canon

The Outlaws of Canon

two men coming down 
on all fours

from their presidential palace,

licking hands and legs,

dying, poisoned

by their own decision

            and will.

Not one of them rests

and as a pack they chase

            exotic reindeer

screaming,

fire in the News Room.

Depraved, language perverts

howling in the chicken coop

of news anchors.

Ha, their fame demands a change

in personnel.

Yes, outlaws of canon,

with accumulated miles

of prostitution and falsehood,

fleeing their brothers,

forgetting their parents exile.

No, we will not forget

our stay in this country.

Nor the years of delay

we gave up to let them prosper.

Listen to how frozen hurricanes

emerge from the dew!