America begins again
with a Big Bang
so loud we cannot hear,
the smoke so dense we cannot breathe,
the light so bright we cannot see
the dead, the maimed, the dark enslaved,
the land now covered with forgetful night.
The guns that promise freedom from our fears
belch forth the independence of an orphan
the power of a madman in his cell,
an earthly devastation
impotent before our death.
Our fingers rise to cross our brows
before the colored cloth that covers coffins
from unknown shores.
The fire, the light, the noise, the smoke,
blot out the stars,
disguise the great immensity,
the unimaginably new creation
bursting from the heart of blackness
making all things bright with love,
dazzling with life.