Four Winds

The north wind beats down
Upon my shoulders, sunlight vanishes
My map, a worn out picture of life
And a fresh rain falls

Turn to the south
Love thy neighbor, burn thy church
History on a rope
Swing to the gavel's symphony
Nameless children

Turn to the east
The cultural brain-fed east
Empty museums and libraries
Senatorial State University
Professor Wallstreet
The White House, a deserted castle

Turn to the west
The Horace Greely west
Wide open ranges, golden valleys
Great spirits compromised
Hunting grounds recycled
Manifest Destiny dancing somewhere
Iniquitous ballerina...