the armories in Sudamerica. Sell our shares
in ToughCo, he said, without a hint of pride.

After the after-party, in the nursery, the baroness
blew three kisses to her three sons & went

to bed unfulfilled, while the baron consulted
his filibuster. The errands: left undone.

The forces arrayed against him. I am here
to report my country missing; I was wandering

the banana plantations & when I came back:
nothing. It’s a matter of sources—the baron

just can’t deliver outcomes. The baroness
knew this & backed intervention. Baron Jukaga,

we, your friends, are worried about you. You’re thinking
too much. In all fairness, he had few choices.

When the rainy season comes, & prices fall,
he’ll slip away with his pockets full of diamonds.