No darkness like
American darkness:
scalp in one fist, treaty in the other; it wears a stolen feather.
No darkness like American darkness.
We all know what’s under the bed; it wears a white hood.
No darkness like
American darkness:
it stinks of plastic
instead of ancient woods;
wears menace like a tumbling skyscraper,
not like a sacred mountain.
No darkness like
American darkness:
it doesn’t wear black,
but green;
it doesn’t even care
if you can see it.
Dark Matter 
February 26th, 2016 at 3:19 am
loved this one