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By Gary Corseri
Featured Writer
Dandelion Salad
January 8, 2011
1.
Half of what I know, I do not know—
And half the time I don’t know
Which is which.
Truth is a bandit, Truth is a screech-owl
And the polar winds are howling.
Solar flares and the weather vane cuckoo,
We click out a mordant Morse Code
About Liberty, and God, and our free will.
2.
Baby boomers are booming out;
We’ll peter away with a whimper.
With money to burn, we burned it all
While California-dreaming.
Now we’re beggars in our children’s houses.
(Except for the rapists selected to lead us,
Grinning from ear to ear,
Serrating our warbling throats.)
3.
70 million in two world wars
Went to their graves mis-believing.
They died for rumors of rumors of war,
Allegations of allegations,
Cloth banners in the charnel house of hate,
While the power and glory mongers
Pulled the grenade pins, raked in the dough,
Built bone temples of severed limbs
In which we continue to worship.
4.
A savage race, a servile kind,
shaken by hysterias.
The barn is on fire.
The horses are screaming.
Gary Corseri has published/posted work at Dandelion Salad, CounterPunch, The New York Times, Village Voice, Dissident Voice, L.A. Progressive, Thomas Paine’s Corner, Cyrano’s Journal Online, Global Research and hundreds of other venues. His dramas have been produced on PBS-Atlanta and at universities. His books include the novels, Holy Grail, Holy Grail and A Fine Excess, and the literary anthology (edited), Manifestations. He has been a professor in the U.S. and Japan, taught in prisons and public schools, worked as a grape-picker and furniture-mover in Australia, a gas station attendant, a door-to-door salesman. He has performed his work at the Carter Presidential Library and Museum. He can be reached at gary_corseri@comcast.net or garyscorseri@gmail.com.
Dandelion Salad 
Please rewrite this Gary!