Slicker

How stupid:
an American outside its yard
with no flag to protect it.

It wants to believe
it is camouflaged and wary
yet is as loud as a bridle full of bells.

It wants to stray deep
into a foreign affair.  It wants
to be slick yet it’s stomping everything.

When it moves, it tears out
the spot
where it was.

See the country folk shaking their heads
at the city slicker
shining them on — or so it thinks.

They know better
what side their history is buttered on,
as well as how it tends to fall.