The Best & Brightest were neither
It wasn't only a Battleship they steered
They looked up at Dawn's Slippery Sky and cried Ours
a nation's most sacred trees could be tortured into spying
Feared the Creaky
Springs of Youth more than Napalm Rings of Atomic Warplanes
Loaded up Heroin
Haystacks with Hidden Needles, created Dr. Paranoia with injection
Bad Magic Breath, & described the Wide-Eyed Corpse as a drop in the hour's
If history's lessons are now all learned, why Carnegie's hired soldier-ghosts
boots to bash in living skulls?
Four decades after Howl, why croaking
Moloch of heavy judgment & skeleton treasury
worshipped as Angelic Guardian of Father Knows Best Family?
Why Tantalus still
sacrifice his DeVine child & assemble Archivo death squads to grab a
few runaway Arbenzian banana republics?
Why Urizenic newspaper of record Editorialists
always so righteously angry thirty
Why is it still so fucking tough to be poor in Americais it
New Deal or Civil War
robber-baron phantasms want to fight over?
Ah, citizens slouching toward
500 TV channels, isn't it fun watching our retired execs
out their apologetic livers?
Isn't it cool to hear McNamara's melting historical
sax moaning a true blues riff?
Got to admit, it's cool, it IS COOL! knowing
even McNamara's samsara
hangs out looking looking looking for forgiveness
Okay, now can we apologize to Vietnam
for the 3 million dead?