That That That

Time splutters quantities of 
time, crimes quick-witted 
against quality, for idolatry.

Prosecute this building.
A structure so filled with
gilding must be spilling

beans that cannot be
countered. Granite 
stands between marble

and insistent realtors.
Do not descend these
staircases. Eyes insist

that Gatsby is not dead, 
that prejudice will defeat
pride, that that will be

the word that is used 
more than the new 
words that cruised

across the foreheads
of the inkwells
and bedrolls.