Turn again and glance back
To the paths of impeccable error,
Laughable in the rains,
The roads to war
When they meet and we see the circle's song,
Rushing toward the end of our acquiring.
What were the 1990's?
I honestly cannot say.
A marketing gimmick for the wars of this century.
All the celebration of this empire!
We only care about flags,
The Olympics and Fox News sponsors!
The TV set shows us the master races,
They deliver us football,
Yet do we question America's glory?
Who of you will stop to see
The terrible decay of this young empire?
Who has spoken to the living rooms about our debits,
The forests, waters, and Indians?
Have we arranged all of this?
the World Series,
Superbowl,
The Yankees and Dodgers,
Royals against the Indians,
Marines, Giants, Pirates, Rangers,
Astros, Padres,
Angels,
All of them,
All angels,
The names that call us,
Out of the death of Christ
And the blood of Rome that looms,
Back, Black in the forest,
The opposites of our civilizations,
Who embrace in a tantra of energy
That will spin like luminous deserts
Melting into the funnel of eternity.
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1 comment:
Awesome poem dude.
Keep on railin' against the machine.
CB
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