I
o the ice pick sings
its hot orange
in the vendetta tree
such tales for telling
through these numb fingers
one by one
rubies such as never seen
in the caught months
of a fatal spring
sad & toxic
II
my dear america
the uranium sun
coals on your many tongues
unjust and bleeding
all these broken songs
out of the trap
beads weapons money
turn & snap
which skull split
in the berth of which paroxysmal
vision of which
oily hell
a whale of a time
america you clamp your arrogant jaw
down again that
beautiful machine
breaks breaks again breaks
September 11, 2006
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Editor, Masthead: http://www.masthead.net.au
Blog: http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com
Home page: http://www.alisoncroggon.com
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