Liberation

dug you
up
blood
gurgling from
your mouth

your eyes
torn from
their
sockets
dripping like
fried eggs
down your
cheeks

a nation
gone
insane

a body shaking
convulsing
a corpse
soon.

Running for Congress

with freak face like Richard Nixon
on acid, as the dizzy vipers of culture
sweep wide like a flood
the Conscience of honor,
with the tricky Dicky face turning into
the wacko mug of Charlie Manson:
the non compos mentis vibe of the
perpetual war machine, and
60's Huntley & Brinkley
on network news
with nightly death count
their faces gray as fish bones.

State Funeral

Too much is said of the dead

Let the dead bury the dead

Armed military guards
parade slowly in circles

The white man
inside
dead long before
the last heart beat.

His legacy of
deception and imperialism,
and his charming personality
insured for all of time,

by the cracking echo
of the 21 gun salute.

© 2004 - Doug Draime