a poem called America
Jun. 26th, 2019 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
betteroffbadThere are several things in this poem called America
One is a flock of passenger pigeons that blotted out the sun
One is a Winchester rifle that picked them off one by one
Everything is permitted once you are America
You can bestride the narrow margins like a collosus
Or occupy every square inch of the men's room stall
This is a poem that knows the meaning of sprawl
One is a flock of passenger pigeons that blotted out the sun
One is a Winchester rifle that picked them off one by one
Everything is permitted once you are America
You can bestride the narrow margins like a collosus
Or occupy every square inch of the men's room stall
This is a poem that knows the meaning of sprawl
