Kate Gardner

United States

Kate | 17 | bi | romantically fascinated with Minoan bull leapers | I've only ever hated airports and fascists |

O'er the ramparts we watch

September 16, 2020

    our eyeballs glazed with blue
marking our bodies and suffocating blue
lipped.
    (in a fire, crawl to reach the door. The blazes rise, and gases from the floor)

    Lest you are assumed among the dead
quaking in that solemn trap of gauze, or withered by a mother’s fearsome gaze.
    No sir, we will not sing of grace.
    
    We sing assured that she was always dead
    and held aloft to keep us in the trap, (bootstraps torn
from pulling in defeat)
    and still we sing:
    Anoint the rolling hills with oil! and choke upon the luscious spill
and leaking from the salted earth
    chalky pale in your grays like the moths you emulate.

I shed my widow’s drab and name you
    carrion! A vector of disease,
    Wheezing through the stub of your tracheotomy

I shed my winter coat and name you
    victory! And now I am bare in the street

    You like the men who tell it like it is?
    Let’s call this deadly victory defeat
    
sometimes being an American feels like having an abusive relative

obviously the title is taken from the star spangled banner

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