#1673 - looking down on America

 

1673

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29.viii.24

looking down on America

Dallas – Newark

 

from a great height

bricks mortar

farms and the forest gone

ribbons of tar

the desert deciding

 

pits of great extraction

every direction

lanes marked

hardly a train

 

all on the wrong side of the road

you can’t tell them

 

pools in every backyard somewhere

fences over which to argue

 

the various suburb shapes

cul de sac wrecks

dirt tracks too

 

bodies of cloud reflection

the Whitman-Ginsberg market moments

 

here, there mistake a cemetery

 

then we tilt to take horizon, level out

 

industrial, flat

containers piled

approaching

 

wing up, banking

election coming on

 

will they know Christmas?

a trickle, a treat

 

you’ll see who made it all when you’re down

 

all the voices of the world

but it’s not for them and it never was

 

everywhere the castles, the kings

great and powerful wizards

 

flat roofs to collect

here there a park

a parking lot

roller skates

the paved world, heat trap

 

from this height, not even a flag

 

but denser as we approach

 

I hail from such a place myself

crocs and snakes and spiders

not so much with guns

 

it never feels faster

than when you’re landing

 

a cyberlander outside the terminal

 

it’s all beyond itself

got away

 

this must be the land of the free