Republic of Ghosts

November 7, 2006 at 12:56 pm (Blue Kansas)


As we cross the border
Driving north towards the snow
We pass fields of debris
Jetliners torn in pieces
Houses and stores smoldering
Crumbled power lines
Dangling in the trees
Overhead, torn flags
Flutter uselessly
The republic is dead
The empire lurches on
The conversation drifts
Into a sea of white noise
We pass shopping malls
Full of politicians
We buy newspapers
To wrap sandwiches in
And continue north
Driving aimlessly
With no particular
Destination in mind


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