Shoot an arrow into the
secret heart of the monster
I once said. But the Airports
Skyscrapers Markets had no secrets
just more places that won’t die.
No use shooting there —
Seek the secret heart.
The core, the center, of the monster’s power
— not where you thought. It’s elsewhere,
hidden in a harmless-looking spot
If you’ve wiped somebody’s nose,
untied a knot, looked for a lost key
maybe a little bird
or mouse will point
and whisper in your ear,
shoot there
