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The Political Issue
Vol. 4 Issue 2
The Skyscraper Landscraper
by M. W. Weatherbee
I need a canon bigger than the canon to blow this shit stain off my head.
I have been dragged through the wasteland that I once called 'The City',
Wondering always what I should call home.
How much does one have to take, before he can give,
Before he can care.
I can take it no longer.
I can take it no longer than a federalist can take state sovereignty,
I can take it no longer than a state can take individuality,
I can take it no longer than I can take myself.
I don't remember giving any authority to the police officer that patrols my neighborhood.
I don't remember renting my backyard to the junkie that needs a quarter.
O, I am in want;
A state more depressing that the State of Address.
I am powerless to control the aspects of my world that are imperative to control;
The pollution
The abuse
Drug abuse
Lead poisoning
The abuse
Exposure to
The exposure to --
I am in full understanding that I know what I am doing;
Or will shortly,
Wondering always what I should call home.
The crying in the morning hours,
When twilight chimney stack are silhouetted against the promise of a blue sky,
Is far more dismal than the shots heard at night.
Who is it that is crying; I wonder why it's not me.