Love Poem for America

by No-Ná Mé

America does not know who we are, which is why she must die.
Psychedelically of course, as this is not meant to offend, but even that is tentative,
because the system we call America, is a wee bit sensitive,
dare we say.

America is not what she thinks she is,
because she sends not knowing.
America is not what she believes she is,
because she does not know what she is becoming.

America is what she is becoming,
for she is the wind that is blowing.
America is not lonely, she is forlorn,
to what is becoming in this breaking dawn.

America is not dying because she is being reborn.
But into what you ask? Well then, that is the question.

America is not being reborn because she is already living dead.
America is dead because she is wedded to the end.
America knows no end because her neighbors are not her friends.

America is not so sure if she is dying.
America is not lying because she is also crying.
America is not that sick, it’s just what she is buying.
America is not depressed because that is living dissociated.
Now she does not know it because she cannot remember it.
America says she’s not prepared, at least this is being prorated.
America is the dunce that is being serenaded.
America is a traffic pattern to conform.
America believes she is what causes all foreign wars.

If America is not this, then she is all that.
America is this, because she is not all “what??”
America is where she is, and now that is here.
America does not know how to get here from there.
America does not know when she is.
America presented her senior thesis.
America is what she is, as we all are a “we”.

America is our one nation under Good,
indivisible in death,
because we are all bonded into this life.

As we will all share this time and space for all eternity,
and require nothing more than an honorable death,
when in the end there is only one song to sing,
we must all play what we are required to bring.
As the conductor’s death rattle clearly states,
He who dies, is he who hesitates.

America’s healing will not be comfortable and her will bend,
but one thing is for certain, there will be music playing in the end.