LONG
NORTH AMERICAN
FORCE
Well, well, what should it be! A voice
like this, talking to me. All along the
deep horizon, that Mohawk warrior
slipping through some Glimmerglass
woods. That upright and peering soldier,
staring straight ahead. What he would see
if he only had eyes : His complete future
of nothing is made for our ruination. He
killed this Mohawk for tar and retribution,
a never-met occlusion made for today's hate.
All ass-backwards too. Would such a stupid
soldier see, over the Mohawk's corpse, parking
lot buildings of glass, abandoned downtowns
and Nature walks, mad, frenzied shoppers
beating each other off? And off? And, of course,
that dollar sign that chokes every newborn
baby's cry. For these sickening nascent social
forces, soldier boy, go home and let us die alone.
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