Simone Muench Hex Trouble came and trouble brought greasy, ungenerous things: poke root and bladderwrack, chalklines in bloody bedrooms and black reptilian bags smelling of acetylene. Trouble came and trouble sang shush-shush or tell-tell for I alone will break your bones as it bedded down for winter in a small small town, smelling of cabbage and tripe where eight black chickens wandered the street. With trouble came clouds agitating the cows, their thick ruminant bodies clogging up the riverbeds. Trouble came and sang and fish turned belly-up, house pets appeared in the well. Children starting dying of oddities that the small-town doctor could not name. Trouble-houses and trouble-towns. Trouble came in one hundred waves, in sparks and hexes, with horse-breath and spiny borders. Babies born with clubfoots and cleft lips, babies born with partial hearts and partial heads and some just born plain dead. Trouble is and trouble was and trouble came and sang shush-shush or tell-tell in a small small town. Pox I am filthy weather fog-contagious, a spilled liquid flicker-fade and roughcast near darkness, near children near smoke, near wing near lips, near listen conflagrations in vain crowd-crime will rise at midnight will flourish will find you a perdition, a constellation vertigo's torsion will wring will displace will spin you into the city to be pretty to be waiting to be answered or otherwise pleasured at the city's main gate men are playing backgammon vacating would they stay otherwise blackwashed and fire-winged scarred by starfall. Goodbye El Lissitzky Goodbye to women thin as Japanese black pine to girls in leopard fur with chiseled ears & Czech glass voices to the sediment & the sentiment to white watches & the Project for the Affirmation of the New Goodbye El Lissitzky Goodbye to a spent sun running with horses          to centrifugal forces to clavicles & raptors & anything to do with flight or future Goodbye art nouveau & all your beautiful jewelry Goodbye El Lissitzky with your kissing goats & mischievous boys your six stories about light endings to egg cups & cutlery & white brassieres Goodbye rum punch & illustrious coccyxes          to typography & the sea Goodbye lovely Lazar with your kiss-heavy eyelids & your house of heavy industry & your tale of two squares to nickel-plated angels & kinky machines Goodbye to kitchenettes & men in black turtlenecks Goodbye El           night-gatherer          bird-thrower Midnight ghosts ride the omnibus down St. Charles Ave. & you are on it           El Lissitzky floating weather towards your red wedge about Simone Muench