H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

NANCY MERCADO

No Where

the Bush years

Is there some place left to go

When smells of a Third World War

Loom thick in the air

When birds abandon

The clammy gray city

Sunken in muddied snow

Is there such a place

Where commodity is dead

Where humans are devoid

Of hatred

Of arrogance

Of self-praise

Is there such a paradise left

[Originally published in NHS 2011, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs11/.]