From far above the fray and the frayed—
We flew into that American oblivion.
We are all safe here
From the fracture and the fission
Fortune-tellers and their Sunday visions
From finger points and forgotten trials
From meticulous notes kept in detailed files
From false gods and their bleak futures
From frankesteins and bloody frontiers
From the air to the great lakes
And a less than great people.
Almost be forgiven?
[Words by Margaret Elysia Garcia; art by Ross Amador]