"The Force of a Lie"
Every Summer,
a day before
I
came to be,
We celebrate
one another
in the image of our
Founding Fathers,
who are collectively thought of as
We.
They grace our museums,
fill our textbooks,
and star in our animations,
With clean hands and declarations
that we are
All
Now
Free.
For the sanctification of the barbecue
is really its own proclamation
of our power over Nature,
And how natural it was for us,
at one time,
to blindly light certain people ablaze
for the sake of keeping pure our race
while those privileged to watch would
simply
Smile.
Are my own hands clean in this age of
rockets to Mars?
I have little claim to such insight,
save for what might emerge
from a night's dream of
True Independence.
June 2023
