a new patriot in the nation of two
a poem about betraying your country and being loyal only to love
Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut’s Mother Night
Come, my beautiful comrade,
and only friend.
It’s time for the fire again.
Come, let’s burn our stupid blue passports
Let’s burn that beautiful flag
they wave in front of our eyes, so we can’t see
who of us dies.
Let’s burn down that big white slave house in a big white blaze
(we all know we have coming)
Let’s march into the embassy with guns — humming.
Let us ask the rest of the world what to do with us,
then let us do worse.
We are not Americans anymore.
We are not anything anymore.
Thank (the) god (we don’t believe in)
we’ve broken the curse.
We belong to no country or king or dream.
Only a nation of two.
One I will likely die for
without ever being asked.
Come, you will be the benevolent ruler
and I will take on every other task.
(except maybe managing the money)
Our flag will be your favorite painting.
Our anthem shallow breathe.
We will pledge our allegiance with our eyes
and worship our state-sanctioned religion with our bodies
every night in our state-sanctioned bed.
We will be lead, by our hearts —
but that does not make us peaceful
doves waiting to die.
No, you and I, we will make secret war on the world
infiltrating all its most prized parts —
learning all we can about these enemy lands.
(mostly what they drink and how they dance)
We’ll stockpile an arsenal of memories
to make us safe from everything but ourselves.
And we will conquer each other again and again and again.
Discover — a civil war in our nation of two
Recover — after heavy casualties and somehow continue.
Come my beautiful comrade,
Now is the time.
Death is at the door
and I am tired of waiting politely
in a nation I don’t love anymore.
Light the fires.
Let us burn off our birthplace
and blood ties to the land.
Let’s immigrate to a country we can believe in again
A country of just me and you.
A Nation of Two.