Winking At The Apocalypse (a poem about all this shit)

All our Big Bombs
All the Big Men behind our Big Bombs
All our Big Men who give brave speeches
and beat up bad guys in theory
All our heroes who drop Daisy Cutters on daisies
All the far-flung baby body parts & patriotic stamps
All our beefed up batting averages
All our World Cup vuvuzela prayers
All our remedies for Nothing
All our pointless Poems

All our unexplained stanza breaks
All our unexamined dance crazes & breakfast cereal messiahs
All our unexcused absences
All our undiscovered origins
All our fracked up countryside
All our unCapitalized forests
All the Jesus Freaks and Wall Street Free Loaders
All our solar energy
All our mass graves & rebate checks
All our protests & counterinsurgencies
All our endangered species
All our One True Gods