McNamara's
Ghosts
The Best & Brightest were neither It wasn't only a Battleship they steered
wrong They looked up at Dawn's Slippery Sky and cried Ours Thought
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 of
Bad Magic Breath, & described the Wide-Eyed Corpse as a drop in the hour's popularity
poll:
If history's lessons are now all learned, why Carnegie's hired soldier-ghosts
still wearing steel-toed
boots to bash in living skulls? Four decades after Howl, why croaking
Moloch of heavy judgment & skeleton treasury still
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 years
too late? Why is it still so fucking tough to be poor in Americais it
New Deal or Civil War those
robber-baron phantasms want to fight over?
Ah, citizens slouching toward
500 TV channels, isn't it fun watching our retired execs rip
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
& love!!! Okay, now can we apologize to Vietnam for the 3 million dead? Eliot
Katz 1995 |