A Mexican boy in the barbed wire sky
twisted sun like a faulty bulb and
little did he know he made dusk
Guantanamo orange for the free.
Nobody is free but the eagle with mange
it tears out her feathers for the stars
flies into the wall to break both wings,
a Mexican will bury it with prayers.
A native American scalped the hirsute sun
“it is the last star of the lost tribe” he said,
all of the birds lost the will to migrate,
Eagle, Hawk, shit-birds of the soffits.
A white American guard is guarding the dream,
have you seen the pelts of fog across Savannah?
It is as if all the ghosts of America came to pass
it is as if the mists of dead natives left their oils.
God bless the Eagle, god bless the journey of dreams,
a black man dragged from his heels by a mustang
the lie on every lip that is a gibbet for the truths.
God bless America, the stars are beads of sweat from slaves.
God bless the fake tan president, god bless the pilgrim tide
and god bless the stone-faced presidents eyeless on the mountainside.