what doom
on the road that loves America
I set a wildfire in my mind
forest torches blooming
booming cracks to the plate
of manifest destiny
coasting beside the white whale
seas of my youth
I am the acid man,
the captain drilling down death
on a cruel harpoon
no car but mine
gone ice caps and beat
sweet immigrants picking dust,
a thousand-year storm born
of our temerity
sloped sideways the road
coyote reflects our
fire-crazed eyes
and turns back, crying
what doom
© 2012 by Beth Stevens
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