a new patriot in the nation of two

a poem about betraying your country and being loyal only to love

Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut’s Mother Night

Come, my beautiful comrade, compassionate compatriot and only friend.

It’s time for the fire again.

Come, let’s burn our stupid blue passports Let’s burn that beautiful flag they wave in front of our eyes, so we can’t see who dies.

Let’s burn down that big white slave house in a big white blaze (we all know we have it coming) Let’s march into the government building with guns — humming.

Let us ask the rest of the world what to do with us, then let us do worse.

Sorry uncle, we are not Americans anymore. We are not anything anymore. Thank (the) god (we don’t believe in) we’ve broken the curse.

We belong to no country, no king, no dream.

Only a nation of two. One I will likely die for without ever being asked.

Come, you will be the benevolent ruler, and I will take on every other task. (except maybe managing the money)

Our flag will be your favorite painting. Our anthem shallow breathe and we will pledge our allegiance with our eyes then worship our state-sanctioned religion with our bodies every night in our state-sanctioned bed.

We will be lead by our hearts — but that does not make us peaceful doves waiting to die. No, you and I, we will make secret war on the world, infiltrating all its most prized parts — learning all we can about enemy lands. (mostly what they drink and how they dance)

We’ll stockpile an arsenal of memories to make us safe from everything but ourselves and we will conquer each other again and again and again.

Discover — a civil war in our nation of two Recover —after heavy casualties and somehow continue.

Come, my beautiful comrade. Now is the time. Death is at the door and I am tired of waiting politely in a nation I don’t love anymore.

Light the fires. Let us burn off our birthplace and blood ties to the land. Let’s immigrate to a country we can believe in again.

A country of just me and you. One soul. A Nation of Two.