a mer ica
from the sea to her battlements
we rush like a mob
internalized comparted
sold in the past as film stained
with their brand, brittle to thought
and shielding the sun
in this dry tomb in the worship circle
of the builders in whose prison we find delight 
in its freedom and the flag
for the wind and children

prayers mumbled
in a millennia i will recover
after the metal grey
dark prison coma
to those children reaching
back through the wire
to parents connection blood
who need a filter, guidance
to the light within
and beyond from behind

ticketed visitors
entranced with the Set
its danger, the mysteries
we should leave any time
choose the line, fake the smile
in the light, the frame
before the seated ones
changing before the doors open

when we know
for all his exits halls and aways
he is still in love