Put your money where your mouth is. Put your money where your asshole is. Put your money where your skepticism and contempt for money is. Put your money where the blood of the poor who sell their blood for money is. Put your money where the semen of boys who sell their semen for money is. Put your money where your Bergen-Belsen is. Put your capitalism where your father and mother’s corpse-flesh rotting from their bones is. Put your stock markets where your death squads are. Put your profit margins where your torture devices are. Put your corporations where your millions who have a jar they put pennies in so on New Year’s Eve they can order a pizza are. Put your banks and your bank vaults where all your cut-out tongues are, gouged-out eyes are, cut-off fingers are, cut-off breasts are, cut-off cocks and balls are, beheaded heads are, impaled-by-bayonet anuses are. Put your millionaires where your homeless are. Put your billionaires where your starving millions are. Put your trillionaires where your mass graves are. Put your poetry where your mouth is.
This poem originally appeared in Davka.
— Ed.




