washington factory

where are our puppets dancing and spinning and crawling through the chimneys?have they climbed the steps of the drowned horse?playing craps with the powder blue scarecrows and mechanical jackals,laughing at the orange rivers, shooting at tombstones.they're in the cans of red beans, speeding through the moons glow,sunning themselves on old chevy impalas in scorched junkyards,running in dark circles over belfast.howdy doody sings to empty stairwells.who will shoot the marigolds?