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.
