“Ye Dream” by Dan Grossman

Mohammed bin Salman had just opened The Line,
stretching 105 miles across the Saudi desert.
Ye was at the ribbon cutting, quipping
to Trump and Putin about how great it was  

to see the world’s largest Judenrein structure.
“But where am I going to put my lawyers?”
Trump replied. Because, of course, Mango Mussolini 
had built a casino in the center of the line, 

next door to one of Ye’s “Yecosystem” prototypes
with its storefronts highlighting the latest Ye brands.
Putin was polite, the way people are
when they don’t fully grasp the language

being spoken around them, but he let it be known
he didn’t like Jewish lawyers. I was just a fly
on the wall, watching this alliance of dictators 
and crackpots make their rounds (although I saw no

sign of MBS). I was sampling the hummus and pita
under the central dome that opened to the sky
like a flower. Two F15s were crossing chemtrails overhead
as Trump put a hand on Ye’s shoulder

and said, “I heard the people making 
your merchandise work like slaves for you.
You’d better keep that from your BLM friends.”
Ye didn’t look amused. “Slavery is a choice,” he said.