Half the night listening to them
licking their fingers of barbecued chicken,
out my window they cover the earth
rolling their joints out of Bible pages
unafraid of dying,
a thousand tribes mingled and massed,
no remorse
America splitting,
tipping into two seas,
tearing down the middle: land, cities, people...
She made me tie her to the hood of my car,
naked and posing and laughing with speed
80 mph down the freeway
busting through tollbooths,
wind howling
going off the cliff believing she'll sprout wings.
Published in Rusty Truck- October 2009
