U S of A

                1

it is semaphore gore

on and off the screen

the images pour

right before we've scene

along the lines of kitsch

bloody murder winth

more feelings than fish

flash upon the city plinth

we hath not unveiled

any evidence of the lost

we'll keep our eyes pealed

for the life you tossed

                2

civil servants are wont

to seek the praise unearned

i know of one who does not tote

the laud which is deserved

tis not the learner's duty

nor the books he reads

to keep interest in study

a teacher must plant the seeds

to start a farm

land is not a contemplation

there starts the ball of yarn

and begins the fruitful gestation

                3

palpable and forsooth

living without youth

without a truth

keeps open minds at bay

so praise be to the U S of A

most know not why to war we came

some submit taxes were to blame

others say land did the trick just the same

and now we confuse freedom with fame

not knowing how like this we became

so hoping to imbue

a bit of light to you

might not leave switches down

and light bulbs with peal sounds

~Dear Kiki. dear diary. dear death. near seth.

Reverence,

Digress.