by Dan Ryan
Sat down at the table to read a holy book
Talking about a standard textbook of US History
a perfect hypocrisy in which
nothing is as its given or told as it was
a mythologistical and methodological book of lies
held up to be sacred scripture by
many a proud white American patriot
innocents mostly
with no sense of their whitewashedover eyes
misperceived perceptions of a real unreality
a desperately advertised history desperately pitched
and barrel – rolled
by stoned sky pilots flying on fictitious fictions
stoned on the meth of the great myth
innocents mostly
innocently perpetrating unto others
what was perpetrated unto them
dropping bombs of imaginary history on
an unsuspecting and unconcerned populace
all participants involved blinded by the
opaque smoke of myth
that great nauseating myth
getting high on the nausea and digging it
blind leading the blind down the back staircase of
time and memory
stumbling over loose and sometimes missing altogether treads
along hallways of uncomprehended responsibility
lined by doors of denial offering sanctuary from
unacknowledged atrositites
against oh so many that we speak of not
but of one - just one - I feel compulsive necessity to so do
if only to clear my mind heart and spirit of emotional congestion
the cause of which being the indecently faithful not – so innocents
continuously and all the while quoting chapter and verse from
the holy book of lies the pages empty of any mention toward
mentioning the selfishly selfish exploitations implicitly implicit in
the pioneers’ entry into Indian lands
the intentionality of their intent being to destroy in whole or
in part all things Indian
insanely and certifiably convinced of their cultural and
racial superiority
waving manifold manifestos of manifest destiny
in frantic franticness pushing Indians out of every and all portions
of the western hemisphere
aided and shamelessly abetted by an American government
honoring virtually and absolutely almost none of the treaties it signed
in disappearing and invisible ink the Indians’ Indian-ness dying
from an excess of death
I could go on and on and fucking on but in the ending reality
nothing is sacred
________________________
Dan Ryan is a regular contributor to this blog. A poem by him will appear in AlteredScale.com issue 3, out in March.
Sat down at the table to read a holy book
Talking about a standard textbook of US History
a perfect hypocrisy in which
nothing is as its given or told as it was
a mythologistical and methodological book of lies
held up to be sacred scripture by
many a proud white American patriot
innocents mostly
with no sense of their whitewashedover eyes
misperceived perceptions of a real unreality
a desperately advertised history desperately pitched
and barrel – rolled
by stoned sky pilots flying on fictitious fictions
stoned on the meth of the great myth
innocents mostly
innocently perpetrating unto others
what was perpetrated unto them
dropping bombs of imaginary history on
an unsuspecting and unconcerned populace
all participants involved blinded by the
opaque smoke of myth
that great nauseating myth
getting high on the nausea and digging it
blind leading the blind down the back staircase of
time and memory
stumbling over loose and sometimes missing altogether treads
along hallways of uncomprehended responsibility
lined by doors of denial offering sanctuary from
unacknowledged atrositites
against oh so many that we speak of not
but of one - just one - I feel compulsive necessity to so do
if only to clear my mind heart and spirit of emotional congestion
the cause of which being the indecently faithful not – so innocents
continuously and all the while quoting chapter and verse from
the holy book of lies the pages empty of any mention toward
mentioning the selfishly selfish exploitations implicitly implicit in
the pioneers’ entry into Indian lands
the intentionality of their intent being to destroy in whole or
in part all things Indian
insanely and certifiably convinced of their cultural and
racial superiority
waving manifold manifestos of manifest destiny
in frantic franticness pushing Indians out of every and all portions
of the western hemisphere
aided and shamelessly abetted by an American government
honoring virtually and absolutely almost none of the treaties it signed
in disappearing and invisible ink the Indians’ Indian-ness dying
from an excess of death
I could go on and on and fucking on but in the ending reality
nothing is sacred
________________________
Dan Ryan is a regular contributor to this blog. A poem by him will appear in AlteredScale.com issue 3, out in March.
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