It’s been called the United States of America for a good long while. But let’s be honest, we’ve always ALWAYS been this divided. From the moment the first colonizers arrived, with their killing, looting, stealing and genociding. How do we get to unity when it’s never been on our map?
This is (Not) My America
look at the whole of the map mandered or rigged, it matters little what these jerrys did the carving clinical for all those turkeys in the red cages & blue cages occasionally threatened by purple rages look at the whole of the map the flyover states, the beer gut of America the bloated persuasion that it is the true America the (lock)landed heart of America tornado-torn & fond of porn harvested & re-planted fields of self-absorption the coastal elites with their fancy pants & skinny jeans neither in my size with their net worths & networks their leagues ivy not intramural their societies secret only after fully paid admission (but completely free of admissions of guilt) the Rust belt, with belts & boot straps so rusted, so stripped of value it’s impossible to pull up (except stakes) only able to pull out the desert Southwest deserted of compassion borders patrolled by trolls cold as ICE unchanged, even the summer sun not quite hot enough even with climate change boost juice the dark tundra of Alaska open & empty voting machines & voting machinations in plain sight for the Russians who can see their White House in the NW corner, Pacific looming vineyard booming, rugged progressive grooming sleepless rainy Emerald City, Portland fame ancient golden city in a golden state gold showers over its gold mines & moving picture show gold mine over snowy Rock-capped mountains, past geyser gusting more hot gas & hot water than guys will be guys politicians over lands reserved for the only ones that didn’t immigrate or assassinate or dominate the big red state with its big pink rock capital; campaigns against science & history front line in the war on women. it’s almost as if the other 49 were forgotten or the outshined sun hurricane state, the tail or the prick of America ass wagging between gulf and sea let’s look up the south, with its blown-up churches & blown up cinemas & blown up night clubs bright white terrors glowing in these dark days America winter trees not hanging leaves up up up the coast from outer banks to Wall St banks past the swamp capital of America stench stretching from sea to shining sea bounce through the original colonies the witches burn better on wood stakes bonfire lines the genocide starting line the white supremacy dancing country western line and then finally to the harbor where you must imagine the shadow of two towers it is Lady Liberty, her torch now a flashlight barely enlightening the world from the great Porte of the World behind her the contiguous states of America doused in darkness, covered in a patchwork quilt and no e pluribus unum to kick off the covers
©David Siller – 2021
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