That Vertical America.

That Vertical America.

That vast.. that vertical America..
Wrapped rigid in Glass Towers

The conquerers of air
Live over bones of Bison... Buffalo
Crushed bones of native Sioux , Cayuse and Cherokee...
Of dead Apache, Creek and Crow...

..Buckskin Dresses.. Moccasins and Beads..
Jaci Isi Mansi Maka.....and then the immigrants.


The Blue Tie Mandarins
Their Black Shoe Whites and
Scrotum tight they stare in double glaze.
Thoughts steely on the next commercial gag
They’re polishing their profits with a blood-stained rag

Walmart full of shelves
It’s fairyland and diapers ...
Atlantis and dead Marilyns
Poly cotton suits and Mighty Mickey Mice
.. the quaking Mexican

And down the line
A Snarling Baptist roars ..... Believer’s Bile !
Cargill .... Mobile Oil and Ford
Works of the Lord !
Being numbed lamed souls fall into it

Live in the chit chat shows
The one dimensional gown placebo rules again.
Repeating kings and queen’s
Tall dagger teeth bright up in flash bulb glare
The Home Grown Thorns of Vulgar Land
Have seized the seized the reigns
And Rockefeller lurks in there.

The glint of glass a sharp and brittle form
Below the Alpine city now ...old time recedes .
Sky High persists as the real thing
The sound is deafening..

Kristine Byrne...2nd july 2013