25 September 2002
the oil has run out.
we saw it coming
and it did.
no more bobbing arms
in corn fields.
just arms.
the oil has run out
and we’re still alive,
we’re just fine.
a brilliant plan
hatched mid-bush-2
soon after 9-11.
bomb the people,
terrify them,
read their email.
drive them to tears,
drive them to scream,
drive them to write.
make them generators,
churning words,
drilling for meaning.
the oil has run out
and we don’t care
we’ve moved on.
we switched
at the last second
to burning poetry.