The Fall of the United States

This is the fall of the United States
The course of empire,
Her armies now being crushed against the Euphrates
and driven into the sands crumbling
with the cries of blood and oozing black oil.

To witness the fall of Lady Empire,
America, her liberty now an echo of dark hidden cement banks,
the dream of value and rectangular cubes of commerce,
towers now dusted by fire into the serene Hudson
Weaving their echo out of the North and the dying Atlantic.

President Gore does not exist for he is mentally divergent,
The Hitler child Bush has plunged us into a mundane yet divine fascism.
America is retrograde now, her armies burning along the Tigris,
Dark blood drips across her flag from slugs of our boyish weapons
as they pound like cocks into the brown desert children of Arakis.

To ask me stop writing this would shame Whitman,
America has fallen into the spidery sands of the East,
This land is corrupt with prison planets and pizza sluts.
The Rich of America have betrayed their own karma,
Their Gucci handbags are now heavy with the dead young warriors in hidden caskets.

Can I drink or get stoned to any other anthem than America's fall?
A house cannot stand against itself, nor can it stand against the earth,
Nor can the lines of power accept this genocide without plunging and snapping.
Like desert reeds holding the old glow as the cities drag the lines towards Hitler's hells,
Towards concentration camps of slow corporate traffic jam wool-suit death.

America was not designed to kill her own.
America was not able to keep its slaves nor its bitches under my white thumb,
And now America must somehow rise above its people
who have been brainwashed by TV newscasts of this phony war,
She must vomit forth this blood and bile that is the Iraq nation swallowed whole.

- April 25, 2004