Everyone of us on the wounded ground,
limbs left under,
eyes,
minds,
lopped away.
See what we have made?
We’ve molded ourselves into his shape,
aided a liar and murderer,
and all those that came before.
See what we’ve done?
We’ve shaped ourselves into their casualty,
Our country.
How did we let it happen?
"USA! USA! USA!"
(Enough. Goddamnit. Enough!)
How did we land here,
puffed-up with pride, withered of truth?
How did we let this happen?
We know. We damn well know.
We share in the shame,
we’re all so miserably guilty
and bleeding
and hemorrhaging
and limbless.
(Reach out. Reach out. Reach out!)
© 2008 mrp/tpm
LOPPED AWAY
