Alone With America
"Having failed to rivet the eyes of the world on their city on the hill, they were left alone with America."
like the dreams of a mistress
who allows every conceivable act.
Who says, with a smile,
'This is my true calling.'
On Sunday, wooden wheels scatter the dirt,
in God's hands they quake while the land below
welcomes their seed, and their good wives wait
for their fix;
sewing gingham to taffeta to an occasional sigh, and
'oh dear,' while her sleeping child dreams wildly, his
father's dream of being left alone with America,
of seven minutes in heaven as he dances across the
into thick arms of a mistress who welcomes and is vast,
her vagina the shape of an hourglass.