lift off America
i give you my burning beard
to your Dissent

off to the Boom Market
Place where i steal
my Teeth back

the Parade
the Parade
the Parade

lift off the Third
World Plan

a basket of roses
on Big Sale coffins

my sole
has trespassed
into Africa
my jungle
my Pride

i dont eat
my kind

oh sole
America

the Cathedrals
my beard burns bright
my madness read
with bread and and wine
yet when i go back
no one knows me

old America
old Rebel
old Native

we eat
and die

i am not
a shaman

eat me
eat me
now

America i
wash in a basin
the fruit from Eden
old Morals while
the new Mind waits
in the soupline of hope

i am a servant
i am a lion

a stonebreaker

oh America
how old

can i
be

I'm really liking this, particularly this stanza

the Cathedrals
my beard burns bright
my madness read
with bread and and wine
yet when i go back
no one knows me

The HERO'S welcome,,,,,,,wink
took me back many years,,,,,Thank you....and,,,,,,THANKS!! wink