I like America and America likes me

Joseph,
drenched in
palour and felt
lard and leather
and sandals
like a shepherd
approaching the coyote.
In communion
he waits for moths
to eat through
his suit of straw
until the chewing
sounds the siren of
the ambulance.
And leaves, never having seen
America right.

And the moth that eats his suit
is the great grand-daughter
of the one who ate all Napoleon's
library and carved
a dress from meat.
They say it
shrivelled til
it was a suit of straw.