MASKED MAN
FIGHTING THE OASIS
They still go on with that settled manner
of pioneers cutting through Iowa - and
even though it's all rubbish, they thrive.
Their dream-mud-hut-cabin is built of
reeds and sticks, sloppy slag-heap stone
with foundations of Indian blood. I
don't know why we read the book and
read it over and over again. See the
flag, yellow and blue, they insist flying.
-
Battering the betterments of batallions
of women and men : offspring decrepit,
those children of wanderers fall at the
wayside screaming out names. Everything
has fallen and all bridges are down. The
last man standing shall not make a sound.
-
This is like a nightmare now :
some Kiowa County Sheriff
beating to death the protesters
outside the old steel-mill. Union
men who blush for daggers and
fornicate until they drop. No cares
like the old cares - everything
else just fades away.
FIGHTING THE OASIS
They still go on with that settled manner
of pioneers cutting through Iowa - and
even though it's all rubbish, they thrive.
Their dream-mud-hut-cabin is built of
reeds and sticks, sloppy slag-heap stone
with foundations of Indian blood. I
don't know why we read the book and
read it over and over again. See the
flag, yellow and blue, they insist flying.
-
Battering the betterments of batallions
of women and men : offspring decrepit,
those children of wanderers fall at the
wayside screaming out names. Everything
has fallen and all bridges are down. The
last man standing shall not make a sound.
-
This is like a nightmare now :
some Kiowa County Sheriff
beating to death the protesters
outside the old steel-mill. Union
men who blush for daggers and
fornicate until they drop. No cares
like the old cares - everything
else just fades away.
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