They smelled it first in Flint, Michigan
A whiff, a cloud, of caustic, frenzied longing
Sagging like exhausted wishes above aged power lines
Across the Midwest it swept, blinding, smothering
Spreading like plague it covered the nation, pungent…stinging
It absorbed fear and grew, ‘til skies blazed red on the horizon
Altruism and Bluism receding into mouse holes of mendacity
Vagaries floating in menacing fashion above an intellectual vacuum
Flags flayed in acid rain, children choking on broken promises
And high above, on carpets of pristine blue, they fly
Gold plated eagles with lush interiors and lost ideals
Billowing forth more and more acrid, patrician pollution
Until one day, for an instant, the sun breaks through
Leaving the masses gasping at the flames of hell
Ignited, illuminated, incandescent…burning
At the end of a rainbow
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