A Graveyard Called Banality
(Oklahoma)

Due to budget cutbacks,
your stinking innocence
remains on the curb,
uncollected.

The debris lies all around.
The facade is blown away.
You weep for bloodied babies.
Off-screen you've starved so many.

Now who is going to pay
for crackers killing their own?
I see bribes being passed,
people looking the other way.

Scapegoats will be stomped to death
with your imprimatur.
You’d think terror was new here.
How old your illusions are.

25 April 1995