that Puritan quest for a pure new church in a pure new land
pale child Anglo-colonial America.
Here "the Saints of New Israel" proclaimed "a city set upon a hill" "a beacon unto the nations"
(Cotton Mather, the USD inter alia, oh please read your history, lazy America!).
And now as the once Republic
fratres inter fratres
e pluribus unum
suffers its final slender imperial lengths
I look with wonder into your internal ceaseless agitation,
the narrowing gyres that circle the drain:
an America in the 21st century a whirlpool oligarchy
E-America once a blade of liberty
you rose like a day star
Even after Slave-state
After The Trail of Tears
honed on a pedal-stone Mack the Knife,
You sit down and pedal and the big wheel slowly evolves
another glinting murder, a new invasive turn ;
Cyber-America, O restless America trapped in endless cycle of anger,
sect-birthings, transformation, splitting, and re-formations,
America you've birthed a lion's share of the globe's 23,000 denominational splits worldwide,
but produced only 2 prevailing political parties;
Great is America no longer, for on her forehead a name is written: A mystery:
Novus Ordo Seclorum
"Babylon magna mater fornicationum et abominationum terrae."