Kiss Up Gorbachev

Russian Jews,

Polish Jews,

Floundering Jews

Jews out on bail or parole, or

Peru.

We were there, Peruvian Jews, out on the loose, the juice loose loss prevention, fluent in flute, or woodwind, or whistle in the wind, past the graveyard, past the bare bones and the buried bones, or ashes, or ashes, fluff, from atop a remarkable tower, a tower built so high the disgust of puff the effluvium is buried sky high into sky.

Peruvian Jews, wandering an embankment, their exquisite enameled coats, their dedication to quaint and curious melodic flute line rhymes, blistering, for these are delegates from Peru to the United Nations. To go low, from high to low, back down again, counting in moments of weakness, as on an abacus, the whole point of the United Nations.

There is this idea of a wandering Jew, and Peru is a place to wander.