waiting for victory rose

flat. and in pain i quit cities
and their failure to own
their secrets. hope in change
rides on the contrails of
dragonflies born yesterday
and the sun keeps setting.
i dreamt of Great Lakes
and dunes i haven't yet walked
from canada or from one divided state
it is no matter. the world is
this canada
finally shrugging
american hemmed handmedowns.
the world is this canada
buying flying weapons
grasping for Northern sovereignty
digging deep holes of austerity
to seek the false throne
encrusted with mineral extraction
and the ice keeps melting
and the bears keep swimming.

damn these dreams only
dreams of land
where property has no meaning
trees fall on their own
and souls are redistributed
to nonbipedal things.
damn our stalled
momentum and the
incapacity to keep it.
we are too many
and the dandelion
cannot weed itself.