The Poor And The Sick
American commitment.
The genocide thrives.
The sick
So very
Their urine does not smell.
The poor
So very
Eat gassy barley
Van Gogh's Potato Eaters.
Climax of the dying light.
In mahogany tones
Smeared into the cupboards of the fed-less.
Flatulence near the full set of teeth
The American
Eating the genitalia of the children of progress.
The Poor
The Sick
Appalachian is Sunnyville.
Is Crescent City.
Is Norristown.
Is San Clemente.
Is Willmette.
Is and has always been John's Fresno.
Sickly citric deficiencies
Old boots
Molding and causing infants to bleed from their lungs.
Black babies always the first to go
Like Buffalos.
Sick with their history.
The anti-abortion killers
Are men in plaid and creased jeans
In running shoes
Named after invicible jocks.
Gunning down
Doctors and employees of clinics
White against White.
Have you ever seen them fight for a dark baby's life?
And television so vintage
It becomes mucus
Slugs.
Home Ec. femmes
Reading teleprompter
Bobbiligook phantom garbage.
Holding the new baby photo.
Delivering news of mass death of Refugees
Through melon lipstick.
Smarter ones
Jettisoned to feed
And
Pat Robinson whispering during commericals
"Nothing about right to life, ok."
G-Force
Decisions
By mutual parties.
Liberal
Voices
So full of hatred and vanity.
And Cesar Chavez's stories.
Ticked off the parade.
The American Trench coat
The creepy sadness of political people
Drunk and married
On another crusade for power
The American Genocide debate
Was years ago.
War Vets weakened immunities in spirit and body.
Concerto grosso
The hacks of Iraqian Syrian Iranian children
Who will grow up
With sanctions and IEDs.
The pilot drop
Of Metal and Ruin
Taking flight and becoming the Star of Bethlehem.
Voices in the eyeball colour
Of the middle east.
As civilians died and fried.
American bacon style.
Who is the luckiest man in Washington D.C. ?
And remember
You did not see this.
Children
Dying horrible deaths.
We are Americans more than we have ever been.
Throwing
The widow her curve ball.
Throwing
The cross
Into the Spines of the immigrant.
Into the Spines of the mentally ill.
(That bothersome bad breath.)
We as Americans honor what?
We are being bordered out of countries.
And
The American spit in your face afternoon showdown.
The Starvation
The Poverty
The American fear of death.
The white picket fence
Hides nothing
Not even the torture we committed.
A nation of runts.
India had Ghandi in their vaults.
Switzerland had and has and will forever have
Jewish blood
In their vaults.
Eramus neutrality.
And the infidels.
And the incestous.
The Americans.
What of their vaults.
The New Guinea Bouganville incident.
The Albanian pyramid scheme.
The lost L. Kabila Congo
The Bin Laden Juice.
Human ruins
Ought never
Board a freight train.
Boxcars
Of
Bones.
Drumsticks
War Rattlers
For greedy rulers.
The mercenary traveler
Carrying postcards of mass graves
And
Raped baby piles.
Money for bodies bodies for money.
For mercenary ecclesiasticism.
GRACE-say it in French.
GRACE.
How many times do we have to go back to the Hague?
Furniture and broken lives
The NIS NIH lying lying
Dead AIDS' GENIUS
Bestowing the art of truth
In trunks of safe passage.
Grabbing onto the ashes of artistic saints
Who throw up when asked to come back.
Between the natural order of things and the natural order of
Things
Picasso is back.
One world currency one owner.
One asthetic.
Smeared fecal matter on rich bought organs.
The plastic chair
Now
The universal chair.
Like a good man in a dental chair.
And the infidels.
The Americans.
What are we to do with the continual history
We make.
We who
When we know something
Know it so quickly.
We who
Invented our discovery.
We who
Gave equal acesss a DNA code.
We who
Leave guitar picks on the graves of our dead children.
We who
Drink the beer of Kings on the graves of our dead children.
America's new meeting grounds
These cementaries.
Slang
Anger
Loss
Equality Inequality.
Guilt.
The love of consciousness.
The light of The day.
Our eyes
Sad and bowed
The violinist quit his job.
Will we keep each other alive?
Even in this sustained decorum of abuse.
Will we keep each other alive?
Only if nothing approaches
The doors
Of our phobias.
Will we keep each other alive?
Only if we share.
It is not ingrained in our boundaries to share.
But while we decide what our boundaries are
People
Will
Die.
And here we are.
American.
Utterly destroyed.
Plenty and nothing.
The miserable and the beautiful.
The immoral justice of the courts
Is the sentenced of the poor.
Purple mountains of majesties
Strip mined
Nothing but debris.
We have finally come to it.
The fanaticism of the World
Is the fanaticism of our country.
What we sought to exclude
We became.
I ly
Like every frozen corpse.
I stand
Like every living soul.
And so do you.
Our lids twitch.
The switch got close
With Kevorkian's fumes.
Annoyances.
Survival eats survival.
The dinner table is set.
With plastic food.
My childhood dollhouse come to life.
The reason
I buried all three stories of it
Under the house.
Your generation
My generation
Open rib cages
Rotting.
The lonely tobacco smell
Of Mark Platt's City of the Dead.
Human quest is unforgivable.
And
Of course
The dawning is this
Tuberculin cries
Of a baby in the weeds next to its dead mother.
The mixing caricatures
The stuffed heads
The amenities of fools.
The ship is coming into the station.
The train is coming into the harbour.
Filled
With the treble clef
Of disbelonging.
And here we are American.
Dim.
Insensitive.
Arrogant.
Judgmental.
And crazy.
Still alive.
Each little finger.
Still alive.
The memory of slavery.
Still alive.
The destruction and death of Indian tribes.
Still alive.
Building prisons.
Still alive.
The court proceedings of racism.
Still alive.
Drinking tea
In the name of the savior
Still alive.
My heart is up to my mouth
My lips.
What lies between you and me
Does not exist.
The light is on in the ruins.
The Republic.
A Nation of broken treaties.
Skull faced factories on the train ride into Philadelphia.
The empty back of the workers
Stealing night
To carve deeper into the bell.
The end
Is a tossing and turning.
A hum sound.
Squeezing every ounce of electrical force from the dams.
And we the damned
Of the damned
For the damned.
Cool ourselves in the fading light.
Our bribery has met us.
Our rain destroying jungle floors.
It is thick business
Searching for Kevin Carter's lost lens.
Searching for horrible truths.
It is thick business
Being an American.
I am Native American.
Slit wrist
Veins like fallent trees.
Expatriate
In a soulful exile.
I am what you asked me to be.
What I pledged
My allegiance to
On the plantations.
Mercilessness roots
At the edges of the world.
I have inherited your beauty.
And your ugliness.
My soul is large for you.
I carry a catheter bag of pee
To the church potluck.
I am the offspiring in awe.
I know
The bones in the casket
Sleeping underneath
The draped American flag
May not belong to the family name.
You tryed.
All of your future mothers
Lined up in the high school gymnasium
For the Rubella shot.
You tryed.
Cheese
Peanut butter
Milk
EBT
Section Eight.
You tryed.
My mother pregnant and feverish with polio.
Almost rescued.
You tryed.
Your babies should be strong
Your elderly should be filled with wisdom.
Your youth should be creative visionaries.
You tryed.
The ingenuity of apologies.
To some degree of sucess
You lessened suffering.
We should be a tender country.
I am meeting you
Spine to spine.
Both you and I
Have endured our personal tragedies.
We have laughed and we have wept.
I am living as I was sent.
I am living longer than I dreamt.
I am living as I came
And as I went.
An American.
*
Sing when my singing is finished.
My death is imminent.The frozen hunters
Chant in blue seal ink
Along Drake's Passage. A thing to behold
Was buried deep below the cane. A city built over that
Another Mongol's Grave.
Come whether you want. I am teaching myself the sacrament
Of Sacrifice.
The American Self Immolation.
(In Memory of Andy Irons)
(N. I am going to need help digging out. Hurry. Satchel.)








