Flowers shot out of the vase. Like Cape
Kennedy.
Across the living room rug. All those
young boys lives.
Splattered across Vietnam. I saw
Superman
crawling out of the television set. He
was weeping
for America. But America was buried
under
a rock. Someplace in Arizona.
All our hope in the nation state. Has
begun
to wane. We are returning to castles,
princes, and the Holy
Roman empire. We don't need heroes. Or
crusades.
We need clean water. And a violin plays
while the planet disappears into space.
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