battle hymn of the past republic

we practice
paperless-peopleless-
ponzi-economics

while our politics
bleeds
& our climate
gasps

we’ve become
a suppurating
maw of unlimited consumption

we borrow
we splurge
we gorge
to waste
all there is

we armed the world
to kill––
& so it kills

we armed our
selves because
we were afraid
of fear itself

every day we
work more efficiently
to accomplish
less

with celestial
compasses we lose
our way

neither prayer nor
our personal
trainers can save
us

our traditions, like our
civilities, are
evaporating, but we
warm to the syllables of
words like
democracy, so
divided, sliced
& diced by our commodifying
times

we are, each of
us, terribly
alone

faster & faster
we spin
without knowing
why

we’re so
tangled up
in frantic doings
our souls have forgotten
their way home

we worship the rich
by digesting the dust of
national poverty

dysfunction is the
screaming celebrity on
our media screens

& we are so
unhappy

maybe the angels them
selves will descend to
stop our infinitely-
escalating-civil-
imperial-military-
industrial
wars

every conflagrating
couple, going up in
flames, once loved one
another

God gave our
country Thoreau &
Emerson, Whitman &
Washington, Franklin &
Vonnegut,
Reasoner, Murrow,
Cronkite &
Moyers yet we
have scarcely enough
sense or compassion
left in our American
bones to e pluribus
unum at all

remarkably,
we’re free––

& have a chance to
change––

to go a little
slower––
share a little
more

we need to wake
up in the morning &
give thanks for our
fellow Americans––
to respect one
another & shake
hands across the phony
divisions of self-interest,
selfishness, party-
affiliation & socio-
economic
class

we can still
remember how to be
civilized, kind &
considerate of
each other
&, miraculously, we
are blessed with
time