You had left, and as promised I have more to say. I pleaded, I finished with a please, still staring then, that it will become complete

Chapter One: The embalming process was a long and slow one. Everything had to be done according to tradition.

JFK had The X Factor, even now, that oomph. Camelot prince, His new frontier messages - still mesmerize. He and Jacqueline in the Texas limo, waving to a sea of hands.

I've never written a poem before so please be nice!

So we kissed, Smoochy, Ssch, Somebody saw us in this pure pose, Such warmth like a fresh dew rose, So don't tell, Spill our secret to the world, Spit us,

My companions are fast asleep on either side of me while I ponder yet again on how I have ended up here; homeless and almost hopeless but not without moments of lucid reflection.

Heliotypes appear above Babel.