Why are all the Boyscouts Dying?
by Mathias Svalina

How is David Carillo.  Where is the butter kept.  Have you tried the boysenberry jam.  Why have the boyscouts leapt into the molten nickel.  Why are domination & exploitation never self-evident.  Who cleans the bodies dead of dysentery in Paris, France.  Can the tablecloth be washed in hot water.  How is David Carillo going to affix the Purple Heart badges to the chests of the innocent immigrants.  Why are all the boyscouts holding their heads inside the lion's maw.  Is this rendering appropriate.  Do they photograph dead boyscouts in pressed uniforms.  Are we marketable goods or are we incalculably sorry. 

Is David Carillo a juggernaut intent on world domination.  Have the boyscouts eaten the green beans with botulism.  Have the boyscouts carried depleted uranium close to their chests like children carrying round aquariums out of the pet store, musty water sloshing, goldfish swinging in the water.  Has David Carillo entered the international unipolar age.  Is it true to say that David Carillois often muted or disguised, but when David Carillo is exposed & perceived as domination, David inevitably invites response.  Why are all the boyscouts holding plastic keys & walking into minefields.  Why are all the boyscouts dying. 

Why are all the boyscouts hanging from tidy knots.  Why are all the boyscouts slicing the taut skin of their tummies with serrated knives.  Why are all the boyscouts throwing themselves into the molten nickel.  Why are all the boyscouts eating steel wool.  The simple heart of a still-born boy.  Why are all the boyscouts drinking a warm white wine as the sun peaks in through the attic windows, a photograph album on their laps & the dog asleep on their feet.  Who cleans the dead bodies in Uruguay. Why are all the boyscouts killing their attorneys with tooth-marked pencils. 

Has David Carillo offered you the boysenberry jam.  Is it delicious on the fresh biscuits.  Do you see how they steam when you rip the top off.  Do you see how my bones disintegrate into propaganda as you touch me.  Who cleans the dead bodies in the Congo. Why are all the darling boyscouts enjoying a pervasive, profound, & indisposable period of economic influence over the third world countries, where the boyscouts bite their fingers off & splash their faces crudely with the blood. Can the boyscouts rip their cheeks from their jaws. Can David Carillo define fourteen key terms.

Other poems by Mathias Svalina in ActionYes #3:
For the Eagles, Seagulls & Dieters Along the Hudson River
When I was a Buckle