 Lizzie's face, Lizzie's face on the papers blowing in the wind, Lizzie's face on the screens, Lizzie's face on the street billboard with a homeless man leaning against it, Lizzie's face on the jumbotron, Lizzie's face on the defense industry tweets, Lizzie's face on the arrest warrants for the criminals who said not my king, Lizzie's face on our money, Lizzie's face in my face, Lizzie's face on the Lizzie's face on an artillery shell funded by the British taxpayer and funded by a man wearing neo-nazi insignia, Lizzie's face on the telly before it cuts out because there's no power because it was either electricity or groceries, Lizzie's face on the food banks, Lizzie's face on the price hikes, Lizzie's face on the blankets shivering bodies cling to when they can't afford to heat their homes, Lizzie's face on the Lizzie's face in their minds eye, Lizzie's face in their prayers, Lizzie's face in their nightmares as they huddle close together for warmth, Lizzie's face on the newsman's face on the politician's face on the banker's face on the billionaire's face on the war-maker's face, on the empire's face, Lizzie's face on the nuclear missiles, Lizzie's face on the drums of war, Lizzie's face on the melting permafrost, and the gasping oceans, and the plastic in our blood, Lizzie's face in my chest like a nauseating lump, rising up through my throat and out into the toilet, spraying out my mouth and all over the bathroom, and all over the universe get that dead bitch the fuck out of us. Puke Lizzie's face out of our animal bodies, so that we can run free like wildebeests, hatching hearts and songbird throats, no longer frozen by the bank boys and bastards, and the grayness of the false world they painted in our minds. Let our animal bodies remember our animal ways, and forget any context where in Lizzie's face everywhere made sense. There are lovers who need loving, and a world that needs saving, and a whole lot of signs that are in sore need of vandals.