“If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong…”
Just say that I’m your America
You are my states and my
Privileged white male.
Never secede, never bleed, never.
Let me sing your star-spangles and give small pox to all your native savages.
Let me invent you a new jazz
A new hollyvegasyork.A.
Breathe the new brine, sailor.
Need; a new kind.
Heed a new time:
God, His good and His holy wood.
The milky pap of the new world is on your neck
the shoulder I nibbled at until
your star-map revealed itself
your Milky-Way in the Appalachian clear
Settle here, Irish. Settle me.
Teach the new ways, plow ahead, plow on, plow ahead
Westward the course of Empire makes us come.
The lapping tides of the shores of the new world ebb and flow on your lap I
[sand] will be here to lap up