I see the USA a desolate wasteland

Bare stretches of plundered earth

Unbroken by trees

Drab browns and greys

Inhabited by scavengers

Two-legged or more

Squabbling over carcasses

Slaughtering out differences

With beak, bullets, or brawn

The last bald eagle

Perched indifferently

On the churning arm

Of an oil well.