The States
Bridger Langfur
Crystal Valley
Out on the East Coast
Sits an iodine man
No king
By himself
His mind failing
Grasping at relevance
Sawing at an overdone steak
In these divided states
In these states divided
And in some far flung mountain town
Shaded by valley walls
There can be heard the old way
Drifting down rivers
Lost on quiet backwoods trails
Standing still
in the golden rain of heart shaped leaves
In these states divided
In these divided states
And beyond these half built walls
Live 7 billion more
Their hearts unsure
Outside the huge department store
Waiting with their hands up
For the iodine man to put away
His outsized rocket
In these divided states
In these states divided
But around it all
Within the great blue green orb
Are the crows, the ants,
in their rows and rookeries
Wondering why
These two legged apes
Have forsaken community
In these states divided
In these divided states
But between our eyes
And between the stars
An empty canvas
Waits
For paint to color
This gentle space
In these states united
In these United States