I Dreamt the Shape of America

I dreamt of the shape of North America

In my flotsam and jetsam brain
Salt of oceans fizzing to and fro
Across East
Left across West

And my children, and what would be their bread?
Their ways?
Eons of dads sending sons to be torn apart in ridiculous tribal bullshit death.

How could people be so dumb?
I hate them I hate them I hate them
I hate my own hate my own


I’ve seen patriots really just American Nazis
Church war-mongers
Strong America is a skull and crossbones affair
It’s a skull and crossbone music
That white people sing

Where in this shape can we hide?

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