A Meditation

so cold i could not feel my toes
 and i see that a winter approaches
 heralded by sirens instead of snow
 children at play
 in the fields of the lord
 trying to punch god in the face
 and say you love him
 trying to sell a crippled wife
 as an alibi
 the skies of america seem to darken each week
 deafened by the clatter of a sinking ship.
 helicopters every night over washington
 and youy don't know if military
 or if civilian
 and you don't know it's the coming
 of armageddon
 there's a thousand men in uniforms
 a thousand men with guns
 they make a sound like...