On the Invasion of Cambodia
(May 5, 1970)
In May the bombs blossom.
The sweet aroma of gas fills the air.
The sing-song
Mekong
May song
me
doe
ray
me lie
me down to sleep,
and pray the Lord
(what else can one
two
three
four,
right face
the press of the crowd, shouting, mad
men giving orders
on the borders of insanity,
a neutral nation
at least officially,
but everyone knows
thyself
is an archaic term
in jail
waiting for trial,
by hook or by crook,
we’ll pull this impotent giant
to a hard
line on
and on and on and
onward, Christian
humility
in defense of freedom is no
situation
comedy
featuring
Nixon, Mitchell, Agnew,
and a fourth horseman of the Apocalypse
to be announced,
so stay tuned
to looney tunes,
on most of our network stations,
brought to you by,
bye
happiness
is a warm gun,
in the age of hilarious,
who cannot wash away our sins
with a flood
of tear
gas,
for there was a limited supply
of war,
one day
in May
the bombs blossom.
(written May 5, 1970 in New Haven, CT)
