week fiftyeight: united pt. 1

united pt. 1
by max garcía conover

neighbor boys
running in the river noise
searching through the soil sands
jumping at the cold high call of the crows

the headline reads
april 2017
10 tons of tnt
proof of something everybody already knows

here i am a dreaming man
a joke inside a room
oh my country tis of thee
oh it’s of me too

you and me the foreign powers
you and me the robot planes
you and me the murder hours
you and me the slaughter days
you and me the colonizers
you and me the sovereign states
you and me the freedom riders
you and me the poison rain
we’re united babe

number 45
waste as a way of life
whistle at whatever shines
chariot of fire is a motorcade 

and the neighbor boys
turning at their mother’s voice
going in to supper now
winters thaw and the waters rage

here i am a dreaming man
a joke inside a room
oh my country tis of thee
oh it’s of me too

you and me the fortune hoarders
you and me the torture kings
you and me the hatchet borders
you and me the vulture priests
you and me the lord’s redemption
you and me the deport dogs
you and me the long detention
you and me the hidden cost
you and me the market forces
you and me the thirst for more
you and me the water shortage
you and me the profit war
you and me the finance rodents
you and me the human hides
you and me the secret motives
you and me the tv lies
you and me the revelators
you and me the normal hate
you and me the wealthy jailers
you and me the legal slaves
you and me the mighty country
you and me the modern shame
you and me the heaps of money
you and me the killing stain
we’re united babe