A great poverty aligns to the roof of the all-consuming jaw,
That sweeps
with the tornado dawn over the rushing plains,
Coercing,
Fixated
over the painless youth, losing her virgin touch
Under the
split, cracked wood,
The handled gorge of hard-won paperless memory
Infused in
the caffeinated tongue,
distilled with alcoholic energy
distilled with alcoholic energy
As the train-sped tow escalates over the random shore
of the underestimated Wilderness
growing to rebirth in the fearless mind of nature,
As American lore, talking through the human trees
In a grave,
over-worked rush to the gambled fortune
hidden in the proud dream
hidden in the proud dream
To unite
and be loyal to nothing,
And yet
return from the hollow
blank rough of our creative winter
blank rough of our creative winter
In the August of northern childhood freedoms
A thankless
gasp at the uprising family
Who from
death launched a life into the original space
On post-war
television rites,
And somehow the unlearned drowning gave credence
to a South, demoralized
to a South, demoralized
By a black
death
Recovered from medieval anguish
That bled
into the putrefied air
Filling our
shameless lungs with the minted coin
On Roman nomads,
Marauding
in a future
with infinite magic in theatrical mystery,
with infinite magic in theatrical mystery,
An America
reclaimed by rural night,
Stolen in
the belligerent fire,
haunting our Germanic eyes
haunting our Germanic eyes
Over a mound of dirt,
Who burn
from genocide
Carrying
the mud-thick blood of our émigré
ancestral order
ancestral order
Into a
museum of bone-scented dirt,
With pores
tingling at the frozen blood
encountered in mass grave disbelief
encountered in mass grave disbelief
To remember where our blood overflowed
Beyond the
dam of time
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