The dissolution of the American dream in poetry

DYING FLASHBACKS TO A SUNSET WORLD

The midsummer Texas sun at set
Peers through thin bars of altostratus,
An atom bomb on the western landscape,
The fiery, angry dissolution of another day.
America sinks with the dying sun,
Another day of present gone;
Hostage to the past, wasted for the future.
A nation rests on its laurels, its people
Blissfully unaware how thin that padding is,
Let alone its irradiate future.
We are the atom land. We are the atom land.
Blackened inside, DNA deranged,
Yet not knowing when we will burst.

-- July 8, 2009