American Mutants
Submitted by fraturday23 on Sat, 01/19/2002 - 3:00am.
I see the children oblivious to the sky
which turns bright orange & then a dirty brown.
They run & laugh, & the smoke billow above us.
As I watch, the children still smiling begin
to glow. Faces spark and gleam with phosphorescence.
Wings sprout from elbows and backs & knees,
& they laugh, & shout & cry, while
their long thin hair mutates into bright
silk American flags flying against the wind.
They are home of the weak and the oppressed.
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