Visions of America

A very poem-y poem.

John is the deadest Kennedy
Christ is the lostest saviour
Between the living and the dead
America borrows buttered bread
A continent lives by its food
The world drinks its flowing wine
Watching with these eyes of thine
Borrowed vision is the spectacle
Our sight the silent receptacle
Collapsing in the dust of empire
America walks on tears of water
Falling from the eyes of beauty
Returning to its abandoned self
Gazing at a mirror of wonderment
Beyond the silenced quiet death
And the brilliant living breath
Suddenly the future looks beautiful.

Reviews

[Duncan Brown]

Love love love Mother........................

[Kate Z.]

I see confusion, dismay, and finally hope, "beyond the silenced quiet death". The Savior is not lost after all.

[alanwgraham]

future? .............................