Amerika

We are the little men 

we are the small men

we are not captains of industry

or counters of currency.

We are the vacant

with our party rant

filling the empty silence

between the coupling pairs.

With a bravado

we market our wares

to a suspecting world

which nonetheless

stares transfixed

at our transfiguration.

Yet we never change

just empty

And compelled

we make

a sizeable new investment

in our vested history

of fairy tales.

All males

should come to the aid

All females

should do the same

so that when the melting

is through,

the congealed mass

is less

than the whole, truth

Nothing but the truth

For the little men,

the last inheritors

of a wondrous land

No one can stand

A monstrous land

made for small men

by their small hands.

5/27/04