The Canadian Tire Food Court

One thing Lang taught Hitch
was that those UFA model cities--
etched in nitrate, moonshine
& black letter gothic--
blow up even nicer
than the real thing;
chemical factory
monochromes layer
& unfold real slow & pretty-like
over receding heaths
til naptha flames flare
& spark to reveal
the Napoleon of Crime
in real time scratchin' & tumblin'
working the curtains doubletime--
out of politeness really--
while turntables on strings
answer the phones &
forged fistfuls of Canadian Tire money
pour out of Dr. Mabuse's call centre
into the pockets of a fifth column
nourished on circus-grade granola
& keno at the henhouse.