'Real' America
Red blooded fascist.
But it's wrong to think that,
our own kin bred from the same pasture
as the cattle and dead Indians,
would wish his brother harm.
Sweet calf led by a teet
thinks with four compartments,
hungry for raw vitriol - sanguinated milk
to keep his growing body strong.
It wasn't the teet he followed on the prairie
but the wind that pushed him
into his mother's bosom
safe, secure.
A great red ball of fire settles the horizon
for vast darkness where the coyotes
need no moonlight to track the scent
of their own faculty,
concerned only with one stomach while
four dogs yip
bark
cry to a mother long dead
and a landscape that will always be.
Docile grass masticated by docile things
and predators lurking for convenience,
this great land
wide open like a shed of rats
and sky
blue as an ocean caricature
was seen on TV.
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