I
He
placed pontoons over the oceans,
as if
they were liberty’s statues
laying
down for a rest,
or erect
phalli
preparing
to swamp the world
with
American sperm
(uniformed men,
carrying M-16 rifles
and the Bible of
consumerism,
chanting, like a
worn-out PS2:
“
we’ll sing our song,
and fight our wars
on other shores”).
He
provided black cannon fodder
to pay
for a trip to
where he
could drink cocktails with the best company,
acquire
some European culture
(shell-casings painted blue),
and, one
almost forgets,
make the
world safe:
Make
the world safe for democracy.
Make
the world safe for plutocracy.
Make
the world safe for white supremacy.
Make
the world safe.
Make
the world shave its legs,
Make
the world shed its dregs,
Make,
make, make,
Make
the world share
one last explosive orgasm.
He
did not like the names
though he
cannot recall
what was
done about this.
Perhaps
he offered up new names
like
Church Hill and Trumanton,
but
history does not relate
(instead, we hear,
he became high
on magic mushrooms,
and made joints
from fall-out and tobacco
to share with an overworked
Secretary of State).
He
had an affair
on the
at a
picturesque little resort,
paying
his bill
in the
remembrances
of those
living amidst the scarred landscape
and the
children left behind
to face
the wrath of his surrogates.
And
the world’s legitimate sons
have been
sold in the market-place
or
reduced to a dependence
on American
wheat,
watching
abundance from
dancing
to the American beat.
“But the market remains sound,”
we hear.
Let us bow our heads
and give thanks,
Decaying dreams dreaming decay.
II
dressed
in slave-produced cotton,
riding
his horse up and down history
as if he
owns the goddamn place.
And
why does Mr.
encamp
his army
on the
banks of the
– a revolutionary
knows no personal gain!
John
Brown’s soul
forces
and the
idea of fighting
for ol’ Uncle Tom
stumbles
after the thought
of a
handsome profit.
And
then comes dashing Teddy,
getting
his kicks rough riding,
all in
the pursuit of imperial leather.
And
the procession continues
with
actors and oil men
chanting
as they go:
I
ran to the oil fields
I
rack a dictator
I
remove a black Bishop
And
install a pawn later
O,
for a King-pin to go down.
But
now we spy on the largest steed
the
All-Time Winningest President –
with fresh
mandate from the highest court –
putting
aside leather
for the
crusader’s cross,
humbling
Congress,
the
people, and the world,
as if
they were out-of-work grave diggers
looking
for employ
in the
growing supply from his demands.
“Love
it or leave it,”
the car stickers say.
“Bomb
evil-doers,
the al-Qa'ida way.”
And
so let the base
become our superstructure.
American
dream vanishing
into Civilization’s
melting-pot;
history
remembered
like the migraine by a drunken sot.
Decaying
dreams’ dream of decay,
decaying
dreams’ dream of decay.
III
At the grave of Thomas Paine
A
visit to
when the
leaves, turning brown,
are
falling to the ground
like rats
leaving a sinking ship.
We
calm our consciences
over the
grave
of a
one-time friend
of some
common sense
whom we
condemned
to
placate the money changers.
We
circle the grave
representing
and all
the
We
read aloud a passage
from our
Savior’s testimony,
gagging
on the words,
unable to
stomach the implications.
Decaying
dreams dream their decay,
decaying
dreams dream their decay,
decaying
dreams dream their decay.
IV
“He dreams of scaffolds as he smokes his houka.”
You
smell of deceit –
the aroma
of some costly perfume,
with
sweet relaxing scent,
masking
your ragged, turgid skin,
and all
those marks of your complicity.
You
wear the blinkers of self-interest,
hiding
from you the “rabid”, “turbid” masses
(in their own aroma-filled worlds),
breaking
out in spots
of terroristic self-destruction.
But
beneath the waving flags,
amidst
the talk of Civilization
and its discontents,
there is
another more earthly scene:
the
neatly lined up corpses,
numbered dog-tags
on each left big-toe,
lying
stretched out like a warm blanket
soaking
up a pool of congealing idealism:
decaying dreams’ dream of decay,
decay and dreams dream their decay,
decaying dreams
dreaming
decay.