Spaghetti Western

there’s this Helen Keller joke
with a stucco wall
where everyone mouths another language
photocopied to a living sky
patches of it are an Irish sheep farm
with sugared statues of past lovers
misplaced and argued over
like the Elgin marbles
this woman slips into European accents
tires to kill me with produce
& two dollar bottles of lager
she sends an Oswald
like it’s the west again only with Asian aesthetics
& Italians at high noon