Bush

Lavigny 3

by Mila D. Aguilar


Nobody seems to like
Bush in these parts,
Especially not his
Fellow Americans.

But look at the hills,
How placidly they plunge
Into ravines and rivers
The paths, whether paved

Or unpaved, all
Neatly laid out.
Nobody seems to like
Bush in much of the world,

Not even in America.
Maybe more in America
Than in the rest of the world,
But most of those just

Standing aghast
At every darned blast
Of calomelic casuistry
And blind bigotry.

Meantime, nobody moves
But Whitman's blades of
Glass twinkling under
Moonless nights

While the owls of our souls
Hoot ominously
Day and night
In the forests of Switzerland.



August 30, 2005
3:52 pm