Been lost in books
This new found day
Drowning in their words
Find time by what they say
The Great American Dead!*
Their voices stifled
By dust, in bookcases
Their pages rifled
By Pilgrims seeking places
To give glory
To the Great
American
Story.
Often they’ve looked in
On the old, cold dark walls and halls of Europeans
But that boat has sailed
With the Revolution
And Moderns;
We seek
Curt details.
*Dickinson, Longfellow, Whitman, Frost, Williams
