(as retold later by the Devil)
… into the known
unknown
or maybe it’s
an unknown
unknown
Donald comes
to the Gates
unrepentant.
A large book
swings open
hard to see
the pages
but it seems
they hold
long lists of
names
inscribed in
smoke.
He’s not
allowed
to speak, nor
to write
memos and
counter-
memos. After
a pause
comes word of
his new
deployment—