Falling
Generals and Admirals fly through the air

beating their fists against heaven's canopy,

crashing down then back to earth like wayward children.

Right here is too small for us all but aye, Sir,

I need no Generals or Admirals to set me free.

Angels' wings and darker things will beat down your doors

and ransack your house. I will never fall from this perch,

America.


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