Dreamcoats

 

The American Dream
hopped a rocket bound for the sun.
Elvis tagged along    
as       did
      Betty Crocker
           Martin Luther King
                  Three Vietnam Vets
and one feisty old lady, dressed completely in black

Bukowski wrote a poem about it
S.A. published it in MEAT
Evangelists asked for soul-saving donations
Bush said no rocket ever left

SING, children of the dead revolution
Whistle with the bluebirds and the sparrows 

Crash the cymbals
Bang the snare drums
March, toes tapping, 
through every town

Read poems aloud
Plant fields of daisies
Record that rocket's red flare 
Pray for brave snakes 
to strip diamond skins,
laying bare the next evolution
Sew Joseph coats to drape onto shoulders
of shivering survivors walking silent
and afraid down harsh 
           yet still hopeful streets



Pris Campbell
©2006

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