US/USA
O what limb-rending
pains in furrows by thy lightnings rent.
This is eternal
death, and the torment long foretold.
William Blake, "America, A Prophecy"
East, at midnight the sun falls, and all
Congress is in purdah,
eating caviar; fish sweat perfumes the hall.
Yma Sumac steams cha chi cha,
bison blues; for
the West her story has no news.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. March
11, 2017
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