I visited it once, maybe St. Louis, or was
it Portsmouth, or maybe Great Falls. I
can't remember and it little matters
anyway. I found the tiles all fearsomely
grotesque and overall the mosaic represented
to me nothing but a great disquiet. Indians
being slaughtered on the great American
plains - like they had a right already to
call it that. Bison going down like in a
pinball arcade - little mattered, little
lost. All those stupid western cowboys
forging forth with their pioneer spirit
and vengeful for blood like a dripping
tooth ripped out in a dentist's chair.
Oh beautiful for specious skies,
and all those waves of blame.