Shooting Children

Driving dawn is wider did I remembered

what in my headgrasp died

up against skull clanging

waking waking waking dry.

Sunrise spread out over Cleveland like a Mother.

Here is a song – builds a well – welling chest – Here.

Here is this life

this life never so close so sweet

so close to the end of America.

O’ shell America.

Bridges coming down.

Water sitting empty.

And sudden March heat

exposes how dirty the air

dirty the air how dirty the air has become.

And never new again, not even in sudden spring.

Shame on us shame in our lungs shame the dirty air.

O’ Sweet Earth MAA – men are shooting children on your shaved body.

Florida – France – Afghanistan

Sweet Earth MAA – men are shooting children on your shaved body.