Classic Poem

Crazy the plants put forth smokestacks like the gullets of long guns
& the soot settled like an air of gnats in every eye & smile

hollowed & dried them out & cooked them hard as stone until
they took on that classic colorless knowing look of a skull

O bones not only American men & women but many millions of small animals
knocked still in the flooding headlong mindless steeplechase

as if pursued by a madman forest fire screaming from sea to sea
or crazy monster meat creature from another world another earth