This noose is hanging from a lamppost
An open mouth in the sweaty green tree rows
White shirt sleeves perspiring
Midnight smiles divided in columns
Doric, Ionic lines, brick facades
Willows drag branches at the riverbank
Birch and Aspen strangled by faceless ivy
Rusted dirt like a scab in the undergrowth
Who knows what seed has grown
Sown behind picket fences
Beer bottles, brown telescopes
Sport teams wrapped in red and black
Fried cookouts and firearms
Trapped and covered in graphs and gaffing tape
Country crooners twang and refrain
Hiding the depth of this American stain.
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