Civilian Praise for the Volvo C304

Cream of tarter tribesmen saved me from hunger poured fat into a felt bowl then seized my Volvo 6x6 and crashed it through a Laundromat window.

What to do? Peeked into washers /dryers bleaching paintings by Pontormo, drank coffee from a communal carafe.

Alfred, I have saved your attempts at a journal your blood splattered kerchief your death poems and chalk-on-the-waU incantations measuring line upon measuring line and while I turn your mortal whisper housed in a cloisonne urn, I recall your words, "there's much that remains to be done."