They do not mention

Disney, just

next door to this;


49 absolute human

beings chopped down,

last call after the drag


queens had wiped off

their make-up and gone

home. No one is


waiting in line for Ariel’s

autograph or in the dark

cavern of Space Mountain


anymore. Sons texting from rest

rooms never

to be dropped off


into the gift-shop

at the end of the ride, where Mickey

waits in welcome.


Now, blood leaks

under the door of Pulse,

runs down Main Street, USA,


contaminates the slow stream

sliding through Pirates of the Caribbean

and pours down the face of each


princess. Eisner, Iger, heck,

Walt, himself, knows – every tragedy is

worse hitched to the Magic Kingdom.