Silent freckles make

Silent freckles make

A greater impact

On me

Than trumpets blown

At the front

Of a cavalry charge

Or the cries of the infantry

Going down

Waving the red, white and blue

For god and country.

The whole shooting match

A lesson in history

Easily revised

Far more frequently

Than the bloom of a smile

On the face of the moon

Which is a land of the free

Until somebody claims it

As their own

Displacing the natural lunar

Landscape

With a Riviera-style resort.

They will be immigrants,

As people always are

At first

And often

Forever after.

I would rather gaze upon

Your two ruby lips

Than to set sail in ships

To conquer

The foreign legion.

It is always foreign

Until it is legion

After which, it becomes the norm.

I would hold you in contempt

If I could be bothered

To raise an objection

To yet another fact

Appearing

Unchecked.

Soon it will be true

To say

That the Earth is flat,

(It has been

For at least six thousand years,

Before that

Who cares)

And that damn cat

In the box,

Is both alive and dead

At the same time,

Without

Being banished

To international waters

And threatened with

Excommunication.