The Map of America

Jcorelis3by Jon Corelis06 Nov 2013

The map of America doesn’t mean anything any more.
No mournful mosses shroud the sluggish bayous.
No wild lone freedom soars over broken mesas.
No woodsmoke ancestors haunt the maple forests.
The topography has been wiped clean as a cancer ward.
The states are alike each other as corpse to corpse.