I hear America crying. br Poets and politicians as war heroes. br Surgeons and priests as common criminals. br br And where are the philosophers br As deployments threaten to consume us? br br Destined to the peeling wail of a teetering helicopter, br Small mosquito in the eye of God. br So certain of our grave futures. br br Listen, America, dry your tears, br Don’t bask in the permanent grandeur br br Of abandoned radio halls of tears br birthing orators and oratresses. br Steam clean my words for the masses, br br Bards at the podium, br Breed the false telegraphs of failing br br Presidents, gatekeepers of heroic bosoms. br Purple hearts bleed red br For the barbaric backbone of war, br br Another chicken bone speech makes good soup br For the ailing and the sick br br Wounds as the craters of ants. br And this great organ called the 'Heart' br Is no longer deemed necessary br br As we walk on water like Jesus, br Apprenticed for Armageddon.