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pieces. The Sweet Death is reserved for comely youths and maidens. This wonderful old people had a rich folklore. Well I happened onto this good thing through a Mexican shoe-shine boy … Yoohoo Kiki … Come out and show Mr. Rogers how pretty you are …”
    Kiki stands in a doorway smiling like a shy young animal.
    “Now that lad … he’s a doll isn’t he? … is one of the best deep trance mediums I have ever handled. Through him I was able to teleport myself to a Mayan set and bring back the pictures. The whole thing was so frantic I cooled it all the way in my reports. All I said was it looks like a lovely WUP. That’s code for Weapon of Unlimited Potential … He’s hotting up now.”
    The old priest rocks back and forth. The wires stand up on his spine and his eyes light up inside. His lips part and a dry insect music buzzes out.
    “It’s known as singing the pictures. The principle is alternating current. That old fuck can alternate pain and pleasure on a subvocal perhaps even a molecular level twenty-four times a second goading the natives around on stock probes in out up down here there into the prearranged molds laid down in the sacred books. A few singers can deliver direct current and they are only called in an emergency. The control system you have just seen broke down. This happened quite suddenly a whole generation was born that felt neither pain nor pleasure. There were no soldiers to bring captives from other tribes since soldiers would have endangered the control machine. They relied entirely on local criminals for the pain and pleasure pictures. As a last resort they called in the Incomparable Yellow Serpent.”
    The Serpent is carried in on his amber throne blue snake eyes skin like yellow parchment two long serpent fangs grafted into the upper jaw. As the current pulses through him he begins to rock back and forth. He shifts from A.C. to D.C. A thin siren wail breaks from his lips now open to the yellow fangs.
    DEATH DEATH DEATH
    The pictures crash and leap from his eyes blasting worker and priest alike to smoldering fragments.
    DEATH DEATH DEATH
    A thin siren wail rises and falls over empty cities.
    “This secret of the ancient Mayans which few are competent to practice.
    When comes such another singer as the Old Yellow Serpent?”
    “Now the Technical Department think we are all as crazy as our way of life is reprehensible.
    “ ‘Bring us the ones that work* they say ‘facts, figures, personnel.
    ‘“Put that joker DEATH on the line. Take care of Mao and his gang of cutthroats.’
    “I was privileged to assist in a manner of speaking at the Yellow Serpent’s last broadcast in Washington D.C.”
    Room in the Pentagon. Generals, CIA, State Department fidget about with that top secret hottest thing ever look open line to the President Strategic and NATO standing by. The Old Yellow Serpent is carried in by four marine guards. He begins to rock back and forth. He breathes in baby coos and breathes out death rattles. He sucks in wheat fields and spits out dust bowls.
    “He’s just warming up,” says the CIA man to a five-star general.
    The Old Serpent shifts to D.C. blazing like a comet.
    DEATH DEATH DEATH
    The pictures lash and crackle from his eyes.
    DEATH DEATH DEATH
    A wall blows out and spills screaming brass eighteen floors to the street.
    DEATH DEATH DEATH
    And now the Serpent swings his whip in the sky.
    Here lived stupid vulgar sons of bitches who thought they could hire DEATH as a company cop … empty streets, old newspapers in the wind, a rustle of darkness and wires.
    In the night sky over St Louis the Mayan Death God does a Cossack dance shooting stars from his eyes.
The Chief smiles
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Old Sarge Smiles
    The Green Nun has stopped the unfortunate traveler in front of her red-brick priory set among oak trees, green lawns and flower beds.
    “Oh do come in and see my mental ward and the wonderful things we are doing for the patients.”
    She walks with him up the gravel drive to