hands in the air.
this is a stick up.
nobody move,
nobody gets hurt.
we heard there were jewels in this firmament,
rubies and beryls and diamonds and the like,
embedded in el cielo with putty and black paint,
glittering like the world-to-come.
we have come
to steal the future.
the hope, the stars,
the possibility therein.
if everyone would please calmly move toward the exits,
there will be no need for violence.
