America, USA
your buttons splay
rising like antlers of gazelle
your coat dark
like shadow land of jungle
your buttons epitomize furtive deer
your club impact of a summer
without rain
one stone alone
in the land of stones
offers you shade
one shadow
moving over the rim of sight
distorts your mirage
one hawkish eye
its lid stitched back
watches...
vulnerable to an irritant fly
Oh America
the surgeons removed your tear ducts
you are unable to cry
copyright (C) Dick Russell
2017
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