I Hear America Cheering

The baton comes down on shrinking flesh
then another
then another
then another
A powerless hand goes up
in vain
to ward off this pelting, pitiless rain
hard, inexorable, cruel as hope
The hand is broken
a futile umbrella against the tempest
remorseless
roaring its power, spitting its force, trumpeting justice

On the highway under brilliant wings
the trucks are on fire, the jeeps upside down
charred corpses still driving in frozen retreat
not looking back
not looking up
mile upon mile upon blackened mile
bootless feet still smolder
teeth are white against the black
as rubber, flesh and metal melt
the smell of victory hangs like a shout

Ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant

I hear America cheering.

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