Daily Archives: April 23, 2016

American Song

In flames,
no one notices.

So seared, so
no one sees.

Supports are
crumbling, walls
bend inward

toward eventual
collapse; all

This is how
we sing
our American song:

with eyes closed to
red glare, shouting
from atop

the lungs;
blind, in full
strained voice

as if killing heat
could be deflected
by enough noise,

as if it won’t
fall in upon itself
soon enough, as if

its caving scream
could be drowned
with a loud enough

anthem — in flames,
singing; tumbling
to a full chorus of

oh, say,
can you
see now?