Independence Day

When the end came
It was a fiery ball of rock
Screaming from the heavens -
Total and sudden annihilation.

It was the Fourth of July,
Two hundred and fifty million years ago,
When the dinosaurs were laid to rest
As the bedrock of our nation.

The beasts in the field would never ask why.
Indeed, the dinosaurs that looked at the sky,
Unaware that they were beasts,
Unaware that they would die,
Could scarcely pull themselves away
From their lives of mastication.

The mighty brontosaurus,
Thirty-five tons of hunger,
Flatulence and defecation,
With empty, misty eyes,
Was hurled, dismembered,
Miles into the skies.

Though no one would remember,
The brontosaurus - bones, entrails, and cranium -
Would become for generations
A source of quick petroleum.

Oil powered the grill
That cooked the senseless pigs,
And every parade powered
By the oil from countless rigs.

The factories that made the flags
That waved in scores of stadiums
Were powered by oil, blood-like leached,
From brontosaurus cranium.

At last the cars, their gas tanks full,
Filled the parking lots of churches
In the baking July sun.
Parishioners, their stomachs full,
Ate the body and drank the blood
Of the Holy Son and sang a song:

God Bless America
This Independence Day.
Our Land is rich;
Our Land is bright.
The power of our Nation
Is of God’s clear, endless might.