poem: Elegy For A Nation Of Elmers

here lies Fudd
dead at long last
his face in the mud
his heart in the past
dreaming of glories
in this dreamless sleep
reliving old stories
not vows he didn’t keep

it was always about
what you wanted
that’s clear
without a doubt
you never thought
of the black or the queer
or the native or the aged
or the different in creed
against immigrants you raged
calling their children “half-breed”

live and let live
you couldn’t abide
you coveted their land
their gold
their hide

and even your children
will say to children they begat
“We were never like them! 
We were never like that!”

Yosemite Sam?
he’s good, he’s cool
maniacs we forgive
but not a damn fool 

Bugs and the others
have come to say “bye”
Requiescat in pace?
hell, no
fuck off
and die

© Buzz Dixon